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Chapter 17 by Pikotru Pikotru

What happens Next?

A "Big" peek

As John stood beneath the warm spray of the shower, lost in contemplation of finding a solution to his "Big" Problem, he couldn't shake the feeling of his full arousal. The water's stream teased his senses, and before he realized it, his hand instinctively moved to shield his member. However, as he attempted to conceal it, a strange sensation washed over him. His fingers grazed the length of his dick, a slow stroke that sent shivers down his spine. With a jolt of panic, he snapped out of the trance, realizing the danger of giving in to pleasure at such a time.

"No, not now," he muttered to himself, though the temptation lingered. The increased sensitivity and pent-up arousal threatened to overwhelm him, but he knew he had to maintain control. With a deep breath, he resolved to act quickly.

John moved with cautious steps, carefully walking to shield his erect member from view. Grabbing his towel, he attempted to press his dick against his belly and cover it with the fabric, though it still looked awkwardly protruding but not to weird. Despite his efforts, he couldn't shake the fear of being caught in such a compromising position. Moving swiftly, he made his way back to his locker, hoping to dress and escape unnoticed.

To his relief, Sam and his friend group seemed engrossed in their conversation, oblivious to John's Size. With a silent sigh of relief, John thought his mission was accomplished. However, a flicker of movement caused his rock-hard Dick to spring free from his grip, taking the towel with it. In a moment of panic, John fumbled to recover the towel and in the corner of his Eye he saw Carl, the class nerd known to follow Big Mike, and than looked at him and Carl looks buffled but after seeing than John looks at him he turned around and is out the locker Room instanly, never seen him moving so fast.

A sense of unease settled over John as he wondered if Carl had seen his giant erection. The thought lingered, but with no way to know for sure, John focused on dressing quickly. As his arousal subsided, he was left with his 6.5-inch flaccid member, a more manageable size to conceal.

With a final glance around the locker room, John hurriedly dressed, relieved to put the incident behind him. Little did he know, the consequences of his arousal might linger longer than he anticipated.

What happens Next?

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