Speedo Shopping Humiliation

"No way! I can't believe this!" I was getting angry again, my fists bunched by my sides - I actually stamped my foot in frustration.

Out of nowhere the two juniors I'd seen in the men's swimwear section walked by with bags containing their purchases.

"Lookin' good Simon!" one of them called as they passed by the children's department, his voice dripping sarcasm. I looked over, a deer in the headlights, before turning to my mother and letting out a loud whimper.

"But mo-om! I can't wear speedos meant for a ten year-old!"

"Sorry dear, but these ones fit. If you want to be on the swim team again this year you'll just have to wear them. I'm sure Andrew won't notice. I'll just have to make sure not to accidentally mention this to him," she said, smiling.

I had tears in my eyes as I stomped back to the changing booth. I angrily threw the curtain closed and stood looking at myself in the tight, shiny blue speedo. My bulge looked so small and boyish compared to those of the other guys on the team; somehow this was worse than when there was some loose material in front of the larger size meant for 12 year-olds. I stamped my foot again in frustration and made an exasperated noise.

Jennifer softly drew the curtain and came in, closing it behind her.

"Simon, don't be like this. I mean at least you've found a pair that actually fit."

"You're a liar, and a fucking bitch!" I said, holding back tears. "I don't want to talk to you."

"Okay Simon, that's enough. I've tried to help you. If you can't see that this is the right size for your tiny penis and little balls then you can buy as many big boy speedos are you like and you can stuff a sock down there, but you don't need act like a spoilt little brat," she said. Her tone was that of an adult talking to a difficult child, and I turned around, still fighting back tears, looking at her pleadingly.

"But... I don't wanna wear little boy speedos!" I wailed.

Jennifer surprised me by placing her hands on either side of my hips, just on top of the sides of the speedo.

"Look Simon, they're a perfect fit. If you can't see that you're an even bigger idiot that your mom obviously takes you for."

I yelped again at her touch, but she kept her hands firmly on my hips. They were warm, and I felt a jolt of something running down my torso towards my groin. I couldn't speak.

"Here, look at how the lycra is finally tight enough to support your little... Well, your little dick," she said, gliding the palm of her right hand over my little boyish bump and across my tight ballsack. I felt her nails gliding over my tiny penis and balls and I shivered involuntarily, making a high-pitched moaning noise without meaning to.

"Uuh... oh, Jen don't..." I said, feeling my cock immediately start to stiffen.

"Whoa, Simon..." Jennifer said, laughing in surprise. She kept her palm on my bulge, squeezing lightly. "You really are sensitive down here, huh?"

"Mmm, Jennifer, please don't..." My head was swimming, my dick already totally hard already with her soft caress and gentle squeezing. I was making high pitched little moans and breathing heavily, sounding like a fag in heat. I was briefly aware that my mom was outside the cubicle.

"It's okay Simon, your mom's gone to pay for the speedo... I'm kinda curious, are you totally hard now?"

I was finding it difficult to form words, my dick was tingling and throbbing, and already I felt ready to explode.

"Uh huh... yeah. Oh god...." I started to make little pelvic thrusts into the hand, whimpering like a girl getting fucked by the star quarterback. I was reminded of Asian porn and the noises the girls made on the videos I constantly jerked off to at home on my computer.

"Damn, you're fully hard and yet you still easily fit into a speedo designed for a ten year-old boy's dick. Wow Simon, you really are totally tiny down there, huh?" she whispered in my ear.

Without warning she kissed me gently on the lips, squeezing my bulge a little harder and groping me. Then our mouths opened and we kissed passionately. I was a million miles away, in total ecstasy, my hips working like crazy, humping her soft little hand.

"Tell me," she asked, "how small is it?"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" I repeated, rapidly approaching the point of no return.

"Tell me," she said again.

"Um... it's, about... uh, fuck... it's three... three and a half inches!"

"Damn, Simon... Hard?" I nodded. "Did you know my little brother is fourteen and he's already seven inches long," she said, still stroking my tiny, ten year-old sized speedo bulge.

"Oh fuck, I wanna cum, please Jen, please..." I pleaded pathetically.

"My boyfriend is even bigger, he's over eight inches, and sooo thick. I love it when he fills me up, makes me cum with his huge cock. Kinda like your friend Andy does for girls too, right? He wouldn't cum from a little gentle squeeze like this, would he? No, he can fuck all night right? Not like a tiny dick, fast-shooting loser like you. Just a spoiled little brat with a teenie little cock..."

Thoughts of Andy jerking off his massive dick in our spare bedroom, or pounding a cheerleader, making her cum like crazy. I couldn't hold back much longer. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, glancing down at my reflection and seeing Jennifer's small hand on my minuscule little boy bulge, gently stroking my tiny hard dick through the shiny blue lycra. Seeing her evil smile, my trembling, pale body, my face flushed, a look of helplessness and fear.

She leans over and kisses me again. I'm now so desperate to cum that the world could be ending and I wouldn't even notice.

"God, I bet I wouldn't even feel your pathetic little cock in me even if I gave you the chance, you fucking loser. No girl's gonna buy into your jock act once they see your tiny bulge in this speedo, even less once the guys find out your packing your baby dick into a speedo pouch meant for a fucking fifth grader, you loser."

"Oh... FUCK! OH FUUUCK! UUHH!!" I started to cum, my load pumping out my tiny stiff little dick, emptying my pathetic little balls. "Uuuhhh! Oh god yes, yes, Uh, you're right, I'm such a fucking tiny dick loser, oh fuck... oh fuck..."

I was breathing hard, my knees weak from the orgasm, trembling as I looked down at my crotch and saw the small wet patch where I'd blown my load in the speedo. Jen was wiping her hand on my discarded t-shirt.

"That didn't take much," she said, still smiling. "Pretty small load too from the looks of things." She examined my little 'accident' and laughed lightly, "Oh, and look, now you've gone soft you're even smaller than before! Maybe we should look at the speedos for 8-9 year-olds instead?"

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Having paid for my new speedo (which I would now have to wash when I got home) and given Jen a hefty tip, my mother drove us home in silence. But she had a little smile on her face. In that moment I knew she wouldn't be taking any shit from me again this year - if I gave her any attitude all she'd need to do to shut me up me would be to glance down at my crotch, raise an eyebrow and smirk.

I just hoped she wouldn't mention any of this to my bratty sister...

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Author's note: I have another story which I'm working which involves more of Simon's relationship with Andrew, and their attempts to go after the same girl. If this story is popular then I'll submit it here, so make sure to comment if you've enjoyed this piece. Thank you, and have an erotic day.