First stop was the Gym, but even getting in the car was a challenge. Every time Kevin re-arranged his dick, it moved someplace else on its own. Finally he just grabbed it little-boy style and slide into the driver's seat. He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other...,by the time he got to the gym there was a rise in his Levis and a noticeable wet spot in his crotch.
He sidled up to the counter and checked in. He grabbed a towel and made a bee line for his locker. He hadn't felt this awkward since junior high. It was if every eye in the place was on his crotch. All the old taunts came flooding back into his mind. "Woody!", "Shaft!", "Pogo stick!".Kevin quickly changed and headed for the men's room.
He stood at an urinal, trying to make his thing go down when Winston, the most gorgeous hunk at the gym, came strolling in. He didn't waste any time. "You know, I've had my eye on you for along time." Winston stood beside him. "And rumor has it that you're pretty hot to trot. Why don't I just help you out with your "little" problem?"
Kevin was ecstatic. His dream date was standing next to him, offering to lend a hand. "Well, sure. If you think you're man enough to handle it." They both chuckled. Winston reached over but didn't find what he was expecting. Kevin was not only soft, but his member had shrunk.
"That? You want me to play with that?! Call me when you grow up, little boy!" Winston mocked him. His laughter echoed off the walls and stung Kevin's ears. He ran to his locker and quickly changed back to his street clothes. His ears were burning. All of the laughter and good natured ribbing that took in the locker room seemed to be directed at him.
He didn't bother to sign out. Out in the parking lot he sat in his car, trying to collect his thoughts. What was going on? Why couldn't he control this thing? "I command you to obey!" he shouted at his crotch.