She told me it was no problem; she lied.
My name is Tom Teeter. My problem is worse than ever, I am living in the shadow of a divorce that has devastated, humiliated and embarrassed me more than I could imagine. My ex-wife has hurt me so bad that I honestly am not sure I will survive this grief that has been dealt me.
I am 29 years old, stand 6'4" and weigh 225 lbs. I have sandy hair, green eyes and am a guy who is constantly flirted with, or at, by women young and old, married and single. The best looking women come onto me aggressively without shame. It is something I've had happen since I was 12. I've been told by hundreds of women, over the years, that I am quite good looking,. I have a square jaw, smooth facial features, straight white teeth, a medium nose, and clean cut appearance. My broad chest and shoulders are muscle bound and my pectorals are pronounced with nipples that women love to tease. I have washboard abs, a smooth body with no, or very little, body hair. My thighs and calves are well muscled and my butt is taut, small and round. The girls seem to love to look at me and tease me with their own alluring beauty.
Everywhere I go I find myself being flirted with. Women offer me their phone numbers, their panties, their hotel room keys, a smell of their fingers after they remove them from under their skirt and looks and glimpses of nipples, panties, hairy and hairless pussy; regularly.
I resist the advances of women because of a unique problem I have always had. I have a very small penis. When it is soft, it is maybe ¼ to ½ inch long. Hard, at full mast, it grows to 2 ½ inches. Erect, it is about as big around as a normal man's thumb. My problem has always been absolute humiliation. My cock works fine; I pee like a racehorse and when I ejaculate I spew huge amounts of cum, squirt half a body length and am normal in all ways, except for my penis size. When I have succumbed to some elaborate seduction, from time to time, and after some kissing and heavy breathing, when the woman gets a look at or feel of my itsy bitsy penis, they laugh, they mock me and degrade me. It has served to give me the worst complex.
4 years ago, I had suffered so much humiliation from women over my size that I'd pretty much accepted that I'd never be in a loving and happy relationship. I have normal urges, I love beautiful women as much as any man, but I've had so many nasty and vicious encounters that I decided it was easier to keep my distance from them and find a way to plow through each day without getting close enough to any one woman so that I could avoid the further destruction of my self-esteem.
I'd gotten my master's degree in Engineering from the Colorado School of Mines in Golden, after 4 years of college at Colorado State University in Fort Collins, studying veterinary medicine, of all things. I was going to be a veterinarian, but after my Bachelor of Science degree I decided I wanted to do something else. So, I applied for and was accepted into the School of Mines with some additional work on the side to get the classes that I'd need for my Master's. It was tough, but I am bright and capable and at 24 years of age, I was ready for the world.
I had so little social life in college because of the constant humiliation, so it left me with ample time to study. I did have lots of opportunities to date and bed women, but I was always so humiliated. I was still a virgin at 24. There I was a virgin with a master's degree, great looking and a problem for which I had no solution.
I got a great job with the Colorado State Highway Department. I was a project engineer, with a lot of say so and responsibilities when new roads and bridges were being planned and built. The Rocky Mountains presented a lot of challenges for road building, so the need for services like mine were great and I had a bright future. My salary was way more than most, $160,000 to start and with a few breaks I could be up to double that, or more, in the next 10 years.
As always, I was "the eligible bachelor" wherever I went. Great looking, great job, no girlfriend' all the greats, except... !
I just avoided women.
April Blake was a flag girl on the project on which I first cut my teeth. We were adding a lane in each direction to Interstate 70 from Silverthorne to Vail, over Vail pass. The job was a logistical nightmare, because of heavy traffic, horrid weather, dangerous mountain conditions and the monumental (literally) obstacles in our path. April stood on the road with an octagon or diamond shaped, red, "stop" or, orange, "slow" sign for 8 hours each day, attempting to regulate the flow of and to slow traffic and make the job site safe for the other workers.
April is a stunningly attractive woman. She is my age, tall-5'9", 125 lean pounds, Hip length chocolate brown hair with stunning blue eyes, small breasts, petite butt and bright white teeth. I saw a picture of Princess Kathryn of Great Britain and I thought April could be her sister. Their looks are very similar, only April is smaller breasted and maybe a little taller.
April was unfriendly and unapproachable to most all men. She was so stunning looking that all men hit on her. She had become so sick of the come-on that she just wasn't going to let anyone through her defenses. What with me being pretty much the same way towards women, it was refreshing to me to be around a woman who wasn't on the make. I relaxed around her and she relaxed around me over the months. I could actually say that I thought we might be friends. No covert sexuality between us, just professional and friendly.
April was hit by a car one day right as the sun was setting in the west and the sun was in the driver's eyes. She was standing a little too close to the edge and the car was going too fast and not paying attention and just clipped her, knocking her off her feet and about 4 or 5 feet to the side. The impact wasn't real hard, but it did break her left thigh. She was in excruciating pain, laying there on the cold and snowy ground. I happened to be the closest to her when the accident occurred, heard her screams, looked and saw her writhing on the ground.
Dodging traffic, I ran to her and knelt on the side of the road, she was in so much pain she couldn't speak, beyond "my leg, my leg" and holding onto her thigh with both hands.
I radioed for an ambulance and we, being so far from any medical facility, and the traffic was so bad they said there was no way to get one in less than two hours or more, and then traffic being what it was, it would take over an hour to get to the hospital after they picked her up from the scene.
I told dispatch to do what they had to, that we had a flag woman hit. While I was talking dispatch could hear April screaming, so the true gravity of the situation was clear.
Ironically, the governor, himself, Rolly Tancredo, was in the Highway Department's office when I was talking to dispatch and he heard my radio transmissions. He heard April screaming in the background as I was describing the situation, and he himself ordered the chopper. It was highly unusual for something like this to happen without a physician ordering the flight for life unit, but when the governor orders it, it can be done.
While we were waiting, I stabilized April's leg. I used two shovels for splints, placing one along the left side of her body from her armpit to her foot. The second one, I broke the handle of another shovel and placed it from her crotch to her foot. I took my shirt off and used it to tie around the two handles and her leg up high, next to her crotch. I needed something soft so her break wasn't aggravated. Then I used ace bandage to tie around her calf, stabilizing the two handles. I had used the entire ace bandage out of the first aid kit in my pickup so all I had left was yellow "caution" tape for her upper body. I used about 100 yards of it and wrapped it around her torso and the handle just below and over her breasts.
By the time Flight for Life arrived, 55 minutes after the accident, April was going into shock. They gently loaded her onto the stretcher and into the helicopter. I told a sometimes conscious April that I would drive down the hill and see her at the hospital as soon as I could get there. Off they went.
It was after 8 pm when I got to the Swedish Medical Center where they'd taken April. She was just out of surgery and wouldn't be awake until the next day, but they assured me she was going to be fine, so I went to my apartment, overlooking downtown Denver and showered.
During the night I thought of how April and I were similar. Both of us are quite attractive, yet, for our own reasons couldn't find a mate. She, because she believed all men are liars and cheats, and me because of how I am treated by women when they discover my little penis. Both of us found ourselves on the horns of a dilemma, and the situation didn't seem that it would resolve itself in either of our lives. I wondered, "Maybe this time".
"Probably not" and I rolled over and dozed fitfully.
Since I was the road construction project's main engineer, I had responsibility for many aspects of the project, including employee safety. I walked into the hospital room of April Blake at 7:30 the next morning and Governor Tancredo was comforting April, holding her hand and speaking softly to her. She was in sort of a drugged daze, but I saw her look at me and a look of recognition swept across her face.
The Governor turned to look at what she had noticed and saw me. I nodded and he asked, "Are you her family?"
I told him, "Tom Teeter, Governor. I'm the project engineer on the I-70 project from Silverthorne to Vail, it's a pleasure to meet you, and how is our girl?"
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