Changing booth

In Peter's back yard was a tiny changing booth made of a tent like material. There were 4 walls. One function as a door. There was about a foot of space between the covers and the ground. He often allowed strangers to use it, because there were not many other places to change. Peter walked onto the sand, the grains shifting under his feet...

Peter opened the door and went in with his beach bag. He pulled out his trunks and hung them on the hook. After he dropped his pants, shirt, and underwear to the ground, he heard voices outside as he always did. The voices eventually faded. He began to apply sunscreen. Again he heard voices, but did not care because nothing ever happened, only this time the voices dropped to s whisper. Peter was confused, but continued to apply sunscreen to his naked body. As he reached for his trunks, a hand shot over the wall ans disappeared with his trunks. "HEY! PLEASE COME BACK!" He looked down and realized all his beach gear was stolen.

"I can just walk back to the house," thought Peter reaching for his pants pockets...or rather his bare thigh. He looked around in panic as he covered his penis. He peek out the stall to see a full beach of people.