Attend the Cruise

Despite early misgivings, over the week, Lou ripened into the upcoming Caribbean voyage. Knowing not only would he be accompanying his crush outside business contexture, but he would do so on someone else’s dime. Under no circumstances his tiny cock softened around Debbie’s presence.

In a few days, he would see her in a bathing suit.

Maybe a bikini!

Unlike the Oxford blue, tailor-made blazer set she ordinarily wore in the office.

Lou considered this changed sentiment à propos of his predicament and championed all pretension and hauteur in every respect. He left everyone around him in acrid temperaments. Even when he walked the cruise terminal with his long-time friend, Alex barely kept his composure.

“Okay man! I hope you get your dick wet with all that shit you’re talking.”

Lou cupped his white cotton shorts, emphasising the bulge threatening escape at the bottom of its modest inseam. A few women passing by eyed Lou’s groin in shock, yet his quick wink and smirk made them giggle and wave. Amusement escaped Alex, who shook his head in disbelief.

“You know I don’t kiss and tell, my dude. I’ll have the ladies do that for me.”

Alex thwacked Lou’s shoulder, bringing about laughter and joy from the guys, though their loud joie de vivre subsided while going through check in.

First, it was finding a few men bare-chested.

Fine. Not uncommon.

Then it was seeing several women in similar states.

Okay? Fine as well. But, without question, rare.

With every step towards the ship, they found men and woman in various stages of undress until they reached the boarding deck. They soon realised they stood clothed in a sea of varied nude bodies.

“What the hell is this?” questioned Alex.

Lou surveyed the area, eyes widening upon pinning down his targets.

“TC!” he cried, striding towards him.

Tristian’s musculature was on full display, being clad in only a pair of small polyester/spandex shorts. Beside him set a fully dressed Debbie, though her sleeveless and spaghetti strap mid-calf dress revealed more than expected via the arrogant jock’s protrusive gaze. Alex and Lou stood before Tristian as Lou straightened up, taking a wider stance, causing the billionaire to cock his eyebrow.

“What’s up with all the buck-naked peeps boarding the boat?” he questioned, his strong, authoritarian cadence making Debbie blush.

Tristian looked at the young woman, their exchanged glance eliciting her smile. Lou gritted his teeth.

“I knew you weren’t much of a reader, Smallwood. But I did not take you as illiterate. Did you even bother to look at the invitation?”

Alex rummaged through his backpack, pulling out the document. After reviewing it for close to a minute, his ivory skin paled.

“Lou, it’s a nude cruise...” he shily spoke, almost unintelligible to the others.

Tristian laughed, his broad smile growing broader at Lou’s angered re-review of the invite.

“Are you a pervert, TC? Didn’t pin you as the next Woody Allen.”

With a clenched jaw and penetrating meeting of the eyes, Debbie readied a rebuttal; however, Tristian spoke first.

“No. Just a man willing to put into effect those bites with his barks.”

And with those words, the small black shorts around Tristian’s hips vanished. Whisked off his V-cut waist and onto the marble-tiled ground. Debbie’s eyes ballooned, taking in the billionaire's form. Head to toe, an exemplar of bodily perfection. From his athletic, hulking shoulders and arms to his expansive yet durable buttocks and trimmed, taut midriff. Alex and Lou could only stare in disbelief as the enduring man kicked up the garment, catching it in his immense fist. Showcasing a pristine, masculine body they could hope to attain in their lifetimes.

The only solace Lou had was that TC’s transformation did not extend so luxuriously to his manhood, but such solace was piteous at best. Long gone were the twig and berries of secondary school, replace with an average, albeit somewhat thick, appendage expected of adulthood. Even TC’s balls were a bit larger than normal.

“A man who believes in his company’s goals,” said Tristian, hands on hip.

Alex grimaced at the two women who walked by them, their alluring gaze planted on Tristian’s buttocks. He cracked his knuckles before emitting a heavy sigh.

“Fuck it!”

He dropped his backpack onto the ground, flinging aside his clothing so they piled at his feet. Polo shirt. Golf shorts. Tennis Shoes. And finally, his low-rise trunks.

“C’mon Lou!” exclaimed Alex Rod, his surname relevant at this moment.

Between his best friend’s strapping thighs stocked the largest set of genitals he had ever seen.

Flaccid at least.

While not the first time he laid eyes on them, they still made him feel inadequate. Particularly when they caught Debbie’s and Tristian’s quick, but very much surface laudation.

“You can wait until we’re on the boat to undress, Smallwood...unless you’re having second thoughts?” questioned Tristian.

He gave his rival a curt smile before placing his wide arms around Debbie. The young woman flushed, looking Tristian up and down before turning away.

Any chance at her would be lost if he left, but he would have to go naked. His prosthetic looked authentic enough to pose as such.

But out in the open?

For lengthy periods?

Especially around water?

He risked exposure. Unquestionably a bad idea. Everyone knowing he had a micro cock was one thing. But to know he was so insecure, he invested in a sex toy eight times his size was social suicide.

Anger grew within Lou. Boiling over.

His lack of attention. The bravado he showcased. Only to be the smallest man in the room!

He wanted to run back home with his tail between his legs!

He was pissed!

But with Alex’s eyes on him, almost asking, “What’re you waiting for?”

He had to make a decision now.