I was driving alone down the highway back home, with still 200 kilometres to go. How did I find myself in this situation, you may ask? I wish I could say it was a holiday or something exciting. Still, an uncle who had lived interstate had passed away, and I had inherited his rather nice car. It was a recent model SUV (Land Rover), my uncle had bought only months before his heart attack took him from us at the age of seventy. So I flew there, saw my family, attended the funeral, then collected my new vehicle and the registration paperwork, and started the long drive home.

I’m not a huge fan of long drives, mainly because using public restrooms or even in-store bathrooms always grosses me out. They are always filthy and, in some cases, places where deviants hang out for anonymous sex. I could never really get that particular kink. I’m not gay, and while I have nothing against anyone who is, I just don’t like it when guys accost you in parks, roadsides, and bathrooms. I don’t know why they always seem to think I’m one of them.

Anyway, here I am driving into a small town when all of a sudden the urge to piss hit me like a sledgehammer. The last time I peed was about five hours ago, and several coffees and a 600ml bottle of Pepsi Max later, nature had taken its course. On the other side of this small town, I saw a public toilet block, and, given it was just past one pm and the car park was empty, I decided to use it.

There’s another reason I don’t like using public toilets, and it has to do with peeing on public urinals. The reason this is an issue to me is that I was not blessed with a decent-sized dick. God, I wasn’t even blessed with an average-sized one. My dick is small. It is a micropenis. My hard dick is only three and a half inches long, and it’s quite thin, too. My soft dick sucks into my body and becomes an inny. It is the greatest embarrassment of my life and my biggest secret.

It is the reason I have never had a girlfriend or ever had sex before. Yes, a thirty-year-old virgin is such a pathetic thing to be, I know. Some in my family secretly think I’m gay because they’ve never seen me with a girl. Still, they don’t know the real reason, or at least those outside my immediate family. I expect my parents and siblings knew about my micropenis, but they don’t say anything about it. At least not to my face anyway.

So, if you’re reading this and you’re also a guy with a small dick, then you perfectly understand my aversion to pissing in front of other men. It’s humiliating and emasculating. When you can barely fish out a nub from your fly while you’re surrounded by men flopping out big soft cocks all around you, is not my idea of fun. God, those big floppy cocks even have stronger piss streams than me. See what I mean by emasculating?

So I did a quick U-turn and parked up the street about a block and a half from the toilet block in front of an old weatherboard home. I didn’t want to park in the parking lot outside the public toilets. This is the wimp coming out in me as I’m scared of getting robbed in places like this. Trucks and cars whizzed by on the nearby highway, and that sound dominated the surrounding landscape. It was good to stretch my legs, I must admit. I had locked my phone and wallet in the glove compartment and, as a precaution, put the key on top of the back tire. This way, when I got to the toilet block, I had nothing on me but my clothes, and who would want to steal those?

I was busting to pee by this stage and walked quickly toward the public restrooms. I crossed a small street and entered the deserted parking lot. There was a stiff breeze in my face that smelled of exhaust fumes. Spotting the men’s entrance, I ambled to it and entered. The ammonia/chlorine smell of stale urine hit me as soon as I was inside. This bathroom featured a stainless-steel urinal, two toilet cubicles, and, at the far end, what appeared to be a changing area with wooden benches lining the concrete brick walls.

I went to the toilet cubicles, the refuge for all small dick men in public bathrooms, to find both had ‘out of order’ signs hanging on them. There was a notice as well: ‘If you need to use these facilities, then please go to the Caltex Servo one KM up the highway.’ My bladder was at bursting point, so going to the Caltex Servo was not an option. However, I was alone, and so, for once in my life, I decided to pee in the urinal.

‘What harm could there be,’ I thought.

With a deep breath, I stood on the concrete plinth of the urinal and undid my zipper. I began trying to fish out my tiny dick, and to my frustration, I couldn’t get enough of it out to pee through my fly. This is why I prefer toilets to urinals, too, because I can sit and pee like a girl on a toilet and never have any worries. Well, I do sometimes have to be careful I don’t piss between the toilet seat and the toilet bowl rim. That happens because my microdick doesn’t flop down into the bowl. It points straight out. It’s so embarrassing when it does, too.

Glancing around, I decide to do what I do at home. I undid my pants and let them and my boxers drop to my ankles. I stand there fully exposed. I closed my eyes to concentrate and to get over my pee anxiety and let it go. I don’t know how long I stood like this, but my concentration was broken when I heard a zipper pull down beside me. I opened my eyes and turned my head to the right, and standing there was a young guy, maybe eighteen or nineteen, taking a piss.

There I was, pants and boxers at my ankles, fully exposed, while some teenager stood beside me. I glanced down at his cock, and it was, of course, quite large. It flopped a good six or seven inches out of his zipper — pale, uncircumcised, the piss stream heavy from the pointy tip made by his foreskin. I looked up at his face again, and he nodded to me a kind of greeting. He had dark brown hair, green eyes, and a few pimples on his face. Pimples. I wanted to die.

Then, as my piss stream finally let loose, I heard a voice behind me. A female voice. “It’s quite large, isn’t it?” the young woman asked wistfully. “I just love to watch him piss. So do you, by the looks of it.”

I turned my head to my left and saw a teenage girl standing there, probably the same age as the guy next to me, eighteen or nineteen. I gasped. The look on her face was one of pure joy, mixed with a hint of spite. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, a pouty mouth, and a curvy body framing DD-cup tits under her light sundress.

“Young lady,” I blurted. “You shouldn’t be in here.”

She laughed. “Looking at that clit you call a dick, you shouldn’t be in here, too. The Ladies’ bathroom is more your speed.”

Before I could respond, the young man said, “Aw, babe. Don’t be so mean. He can’t help what nature gave him.”

The woman laughed. “I don’t think nature gave him very much. In fact, he should turn it in for a refund.”

They both laughed.

“Please, please,” I begged, inwardly cursing my full bladder and slow urine stream. “This is highly inappropriate.”

I stood there, still pissing, as did the young man. The young woman moved beside me and bent to look at my tiny penis and balls up close. “Why are you all bald, like a baby?” she asked.

“I just prefer it that way,” I said snootily.

“Here, let me hold it while you piss,” she said, reaching for my tiny dick.

“No, don’t do that,” I begged.

But I couldn’t stop her. She pinched my dick with a finger and thumb, pointing my penis at the urinal. “God, it’s like holding a clit,” she said and giggled. “Why don’t you hold my boyfriend’s cock so you can feel what a real man is like?”

“Noooo...”

“Go on. I don’t mind...”

I gazed at the pimply young man, and he nodded, his face one big smirk. Looking at the young guy’s big cock and back to mine, the differences in size just left me gobsmacked. His large cock was spraying a steady stream of piss against the stainless steel urinal trough. ‘Fuck,’ I thought, somewhat dismayed. ‘He even pisses bigger than me, too.’

“Hold it for me,” he told me, like it was what any man would do for another, and let go of his cock.

When I didn’t immediately respond, the teen turned slightly toward me so that the stream of his piss threatened to splash onto my pants and shoes. Desperate to avoid that, I reached out and took hold of his penis.