Rugby Exposure

My name is James Lane, and I am a 23-year-old black man. I recently graduated from university and learned the biggest, hardest lesson of my life. It took me a while to author this story. Transcribing my experience into words forced me to relive this awful, embarrassing tale. This is a story of how my little, tiny babydick was exposed to my university campus.

Beginning of high school in 2012, I was out of shape and constantly neglected my body. I told myself enough was enough after I had trouble walking up the stairs. It was embarrassing, and I wanted to live a healthier life. My weight held me back from different opportunities. I was almost certainly a hot guy, but my body was my own worst enemy.

It prevented people from seeing how sexy I truly was. I was highly motivated and worked out every single day. It was bitter work, but the reward was valuable. I managed to do it. I learned I can be successful in any area. I just needed to put my mind to it. The power of the mind is capable of anything. I had a powerful gut, strong legs, and muscular arms. I looked like a powerlifter!

I became slightly addicted to working out but wanted something else to fill my time. In my sophomore year, I joined the football and wrestling teams. By my junior year, I was the star quarterback. Everyone in high school loved and respected me. Before I shaved off the weight, I was bullied severely. Now, no one messed with me.

I aggressively told people I didn't have the time of day for them. I didn't want any distractions. I was serious about one day playing in the NFL. Unfortunately for me, I became really cocky and judgemental. I thought I was better than everyone and consistently rejected girls. I'm not wasting my time for girls who aren't even at my level.

My football career took an indefinite pause after I discovered Rugby. I signed up for the local team in my hometown. I thought it would be interesting and fun. I always dreamed of playing in the NFL but thoroughly enjoyed myself more with Rugby. After the season ended, I wanted to continue professionally.

I used everything I learned from working out, football, and wrestling--yes, I was a jack of all trades, to play for a university team. I sacrificed my entire senior year toning my body, practicing my form, and perfecting my skill set. In 2016, I graduated from high school and was admitted to Birmingham University. I was also selected to join their Rugby team. I was excited for this opportunity but wasn't surprised. I knew I would be playing for a university. I was 19 years old when I started university.

The universe plays for my team. It was obvious I was a gifted athlete and Rugby player. Fast forward four years later, it is now my senior year of university. I am now 23 years old. I was having the time of my life. I had an adventurous and fruitful social life with many friends and fans.

I couldn't keep up with how many people wanted to hang out with me. I had to keep a mental list. I would frequently tell people they needed to give me a reason to invite them into my circle. I was very selective because most people did not meet my expectations. I wasn't dating anyone either.

I knew better than to waste my time with some bimbo who didn't deserve me. I was too perfect for anyone. I not only rejected girls and told them they were not good enough, I always played pranks on them. My all-time favorite prank was on Samantha Carter at the annual beach trip. She was one of the cheerleaders. She was an interesting character but didn't quite fit in with this crowd. This lifestyle isn't for everyone. She was quirky and cute. She didn't seem to have too many friends. I really had a huge crush on her.

She approached me months before the beach trip. She said she was interested in me. I told her to find someone more suitable for someone like her. I said there were many great guys in the chess club. I personally needed a girl who was at my physical level.

Externally, I was going through extreme lengths to protect my image from everyone. Internally, I felt guilty because I wanted to date her. She was very cute, intelligent, and interesting. I had a dark secret that would ruin my reputation. No one could find out, so I managed a believable façade.

We remained friendly after, but it was awkward. She told everyone what I said. Most people didn't care, but some were saying I was a huge jerk. That was unacceptable. I came up with a plan to teach her a lesson. When it comes to private matters, she should keep her mouth shut, despite how heartbroken she was.

It was time, the annual Rugby beach trip was happening in August. It was the time to bond with new team members and cheerleaders. I watched Sam as she was playing volleyball. This was my chance, I needed to do it soon. I walked up to her and told her I wanted to talk to her. She looked suspicious but also filled with joy. I walked her to the table where we had food. I offered her a hotdog. I apologized for being such a jerk to her. She said she accepted my apology. She said we should just start over. I agreed with her with a heart-filled smile. We hugged. She looked so happy. I couldn't wait to smack that stupid smile off her face.

While she was eating, I yelled, "psyche bitch," and undid her bikini top.

I cooped up this vengeful plan. But honestly, I just wanted to see her bare chest. I was curious what she was hiding from everyone. As her bikini top came off, these voluptuous breasts sprung out. My jaw dropped. I was surprised because Sam was very flat-chested. This whole time, I thought she had pancake titties. I couldn't believe how huge they were. Her delicious nipples were hard, probably from hugging me. I started getting a boner underneath my trunks. I dodged a bullet because no one could tell I was hard.

It was hilarious seeing her huge boobs exposed to the team, cheerleaders, and average beachgoers. The other cheerleaders were giggling, and my teammates were gawking at her ample bosoms. They were losing their shit over this. Most of them were laughing excruciatingly hard, while some looked up at her sympathetically. She was distraught and tried to cover them up. As she did that, I kicked her ass, so she fell hard on the sandy floor.

She was horrified. Her perky, tight ass was up in the air facing a laughing audience. While this may have been cruel, I wasn't done yet. The finale was ready for her. I ripped her bikini bottom off her, which gave her newest fans a hilarious view. Her tiny ass was completely exposed to everyone. She stood up and spit sand out of her mouth. We had a good view of her juicy vulva.

She wiped her face and began to sob uncontrollably. She had thick tears rolling off her puffy eyes. She looked down and covered her pussy. She ran off away from the cheering crowd. Her butt bouncing was the highlight for me. It was the best part. This was unforgettable because the majority of attendees filmed the entire event with their phones. It was a viral sensation for Birmingham's campus. One of the cheerleaders gave her a towel and her swimsuit back. She left the party right after. She couldn't even look me in the eye.

Well, it was entirely her fault. This was a lesson for Sam, but for everyone else to see what happens when you mess with me. I ain't playing games here. I was proud of myself. My best friend, Rick Garver, told me what I did was awfully wrong. I told him to lighten up because it was all in good fun. Him and I didn't talk much once the fall semester started. Whatever, it was his loss.

The Rugby coach, Spencer Whitman, did have a talk with me after the trip. He told me my behavior was inappropriate. The team represents and reflects the values of the university. This was an inclusive and welcoming campus. Bullying and hazing wers strictly prohibited and unallowed. This was a waste of time and wanted him

to shut up. I didn't seem to care, which he quickly noticed. He questioned how I would feel if someone did that to me.

I told him I wouldn't care because no one had anything on me. It was clear he was angry with me. He wanted to suspend me from the team but wouldn't because the team would be nowhere without my talents. I was the reason he still had a job, and he knew it. I had unspoken power over him.

He was letting me off the hook this one time, but if anything happens in the future, I will automatically be kicked off the team. There was a new zero tolerance policy for bullying and hazing. As he left, I rolled my eyes at his absurd, new rules. How dare he treat me like a subordinate. I am doing only what he dreamed of doing. That's why he is a teacher. As they say, "if you can't do, teach."

It was now September, and people were slowly starting to forget Sam's little exposure video. I forgot about it too. The pre-season was starting, and I was in the zone. I really wanted to play Major League Rugby after graduating. If I am extended the chance to play for a professional Rugby team after I finish my studies, it would be a dream come true. I wasn't going to let anything distract me, especially the asshole of a coach.

Starting the pre-season was a little rough at first because the coach sternly watched my every move like a hawk during practices. He made my life a living hell. If I screwed up on one thing, even if it was clearly insignificant, he would retaliate and put me through some of the most enduring workouts I have ever done. After some time, the tension between us began to loosen. He also relaxed his rigorous and authoritarian coaching methods. I was able to call him a "friend" again.

Even though I acted like a jerk to the coach, I appreciated his guidance. He really wanted me to succeed. I would never tell him I admired him because vulnerability is weak. Once someone knows your vulnerabilities, they will use them against you. I didn't want anyone learning about the "real" me.

Everything was going well again until a Thursday night in November. We just finished an excruciating practice. For years, I successfully avoided my teammates in the locker room. It depended on what I decided to do. Sometimes, I would "pretend" to use the bathroom stall for over an hour. Really, I was waiting on my phone scrolling through social media or porn until the noise ended.

And there were times where I would just leave the locker room for an hour before coming back. Most of them would be gone by then. After everyone departed from their showers and lame locker room banter, I would shower with no one around. It was nice to be in solitude with my thoughts. The dark secret I mentioned before was something I've kept hidden for a long time.

My pompous attitude and pristine physique masked the truth behind what was really between my legs. In the middle of my massive legs nestled a really tiny penis. This little thing was the reason why I was such a jerk to everyone. I had a blistering fear of someone finding out about the truth. I analyzed everything in my life--how I appeared, dressed, and even spoke.

If there was anything that could potentially lead to people knowing about my little guy, I tirelessly worked to change my mannerisms and behaviors. I made sure to act macho, carry myself with an insufferable, inflated ego, drive a huge truck, and reject girls because they "weren't" good enough for me. It was even worse because I was black. It was bad enough being hung like a little boy, but everyone expects me to be hung like a horse due to my skin color.

Everyone knows about the untrue "big black cock" stereotype. It is racist and hurts the images of black men with tiny nubs like myself. Little cocks deserve love too. If anyone discovered I had a baby-like penis, my life and reputation would be shattered. I couldn't let that happen to my future. I am a successful and talented man. I was the "big" man on campus. That would all change if people learned about my little shortcomings.

As usual, I waited an hour or so for everyone to leave the locker room. After they all left for the day, I checked each door and corner of the place to make sure there wasn't anyone lurking around. I walked quietly back to my locker and opened it. I took everything off and was down to my tighty whities. I looked down at them. My front was completely flat. I didn't have a bulge. It was so humiliating. I slid them off and looked down at my little, tiny penis. It looked like my groin belonged to a toddler. It was clear mine failed to grow during puberty.

I closed the locker and grabbed my towel. I walked to the open showers completely naked with my soft, little penis bouncing around. Big dicks tend to swing around, I wish mine would do that. Instead, it just bobbled around as I walk. I turned on the shower and began washing myself. I became lost in the silence and warm, steamy water. It was so relaxing. I loved feeling like that. I have been to several saunas.

Some guys have their junk loud and proud for the room to see. I wish I had the cock size to do that confidently. One time, my towel slipped and my baby cock was greeted by a bull of a man. He was a real beefcake with a thick cock. He looked right at my middle area and giggled at my pathetic excuse for a penis. He gave me the small penis sign and told me he couldn't believe I was so tiny. I wrapped the towel around myself and left. That was the only time someone saw my little pecker. It was horrid.

I was lost in a daydream, so I omitted everything around me. I was imagining having a huge dick and screwing Sam's butt. She would scream out of pleasure. I was stuck in my sick and twisted fantasy, I didn't hear the door open. This happened a couple of times in the past, but I would swiftly wrap my towel around my body before anyone noticed.

They probably wouldn't have seen anything anyways because it was so tiny. I was startled when my coach walked in on me showering. He was completely nude. He had a very muscular, manly body which complemented his cock very well. He was hung like a bull. He was huge. It was probably around seven inches flaccid. He had a nice body. Thank goodness my back was turned to him.

The coach greeted me from far away, "hey James. I didn't know you would be here this late. Usually, I go straight home but have an event I need to attend soon. I didn't have enough time to drive home, so I thought I would just stay on campus and get ready here."

I replied with, "that is cool. I am nearly finished anyway."

I was praying he would shower far away from me. It was a huge open shower. It would be uncomfortable if he showered next to me. With my terrible luck, he walked right next to me. My entire lower half was soaped up, so he didn't see much. My plan was to quickly wash everything off, cover myself up, and make my escape from him. He kept trying to make conversation with me. He did not pick up on my "I don't want to talk" vibe.

"I hope the pre-season is going well. This time is important for you if you want the MLR to pick you up. What team are you hoping to play for?"

"I am unsure at the moment, whichever one is interested in me."

"C'mon son, you gotta have goals on which team you would like. You can't be like that. Such a cocky guy, I always thought you knew where you were going. I guess it is fine to live in the moment. We should really talk about it in more detail."

"Sounds good. Let's chat next week."

Why wouldn't he quit talking to me? It was like he wanted me to stay there. I had my back turned to him, so he got a full view of my ass, which was fine, since I had a really nicely toned bum. I was quickly washing everything off when I nearly fell. I was so frazzled from the nerves and the idea of him finding out about my little cock sent chills through my body. I was a clumsy SOB.

He dropped his soap, which I stepped on. I slid and fell on my back. I was worried this was going to be a career-ending injury. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. There was some pain in my back, but I felt fine. I was lost in thought about what just happened, I didn't even think to cover up my tiny privates.

He immediately said, "James, are you okay?"

He looked right at my puny dicklette and smirked. The whole time, he was just staring at my little penis. His eyes were burning my insides. I couldn't believe this happened. Why did this happen to me? I covered my little baby cock, but the damage had already been done. My coach, the man I have known for years, knows the truth about my little incher. He has a clear image of my shrunken dinkle. I covered the little guy, but he removed my hands from the tiny peanut.

"Careful son, you could hurt your back even more if you move your arms. Just wait it out. It may not be as bad as we both think."

"Please let me cover myself, coach!"

He looked right at my baby dicklette. I knew it had to be incredibly tiny. It was before the shower, I can't imagine how small it was at that moment. I knew it looked like a little grape with small marshmallows for balls. He started laughing horrendously loud. I went completely red in the face.

"I wouldn't want anyone else to see it either if it were that small. This is the tiniest, little pee-pee I have ever seen, my boy. It looks like the infant pee-pee of a baby boy. Everything makes sense. The reason you act like such a massive jerk to everyone. It explains your ridiculous, oversized truck. You are overcompensating for owning this whittle boy dick."

I tried to cover myself, but he held my arms down. He started flicking the little guy. He couldn't stop laughing. I was utterly traumatized.

"Coach, stop! Please!"

He kept humiliating my teeny peenie.

"Look at how it bounces when you flick it. That is so cute! Your balls are like little BB bullets."

He then compared it to his pinky. The tip of his pinky was larger than my soft penis. I was so embarrassed. I have never been more embarrassed in my entire life. He said this moment couldn't be forgotten. The worst was yet to come. He ran out of the shower to get his phone. He came back and took several pictures of my little gherkin.

"Didn't you know shaving it makes it look smaller? That little, hairless micropenis can't be bigger than a teeny inch. Gawd, this is so tiny. I guess you can argue you are a grower. Let's see how much bigger it gets."

He put the entire thing in his mouth. It hardened relatively quickly. I squealed like a scared, little boy. I felt it harden in his mouth. He pulled out and laughed.

"This looks like 1.8 inches. It looks a lot like my little nephew's. He is 3 years old. That is awful, I actually feel a little bad. Oh my goodness, look at your pre-cum. Do you want this little peter to squirt?"

He caressed the tip of my teeny tiny cocklette. A tiny sliver of pre-cum came out of the poor fella. This was mortifying. The man I have looked up to for years is playing with my little penis and taking pictures of it. What was he going to do with them?

"Wow. The 'big' man on campus secretly has a cock similar to an adolescent. Look at this dwarf, compact button. What would happen if everyone learned about your little secret?"

I was so scared he would leak them to everyone on campus. My life would be over. He clearly didn't feel bad enough because he continued to take pictures of my miniscule, erect wee-wee. After several comments, I picked myself up. He saw the little thing bounce around as I got myself up. He kept taking pictures of me. He wiggled it as I got up.

He smiled at me in the eye. I started to cry and said to him, "please don't share those photos with anyone. Please, my life will be ruined. I can't have anyone finding out about my condition."

"What condition?"

"My penis."

"What about your penis?"

"Don't make me say."

"Say it, now!"

"My microcock is embarrassingly tiny. I can't do anything with it."

"Good boy."

I was crying even harder now. Why was he treating me like this, like some criminal who deserved this? I was a poor victim.