Ending Four

“Bro! You’ve got nothing to hide!” Alex exclaimed, placing his hand on Lou’s shoulder.

The young jock shrugged him aside, leaving his friend confused as he continued marching forward. He rushed over towards Lou once more.

“Yo! What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. Let’s move.”

“Dude. Your dream girl is about to go au naturel and you’re walking away?! Something’s up!”

Lou growled, fixating on his friend.

“I said I’m fine,” he spoke coolly. “If you want to stay, then stick around. I’m going home.”

Alex grabbed Lou’s arm, though the jock turned and punched him in the shoulders. He flinched; momentary fear etched on his face as the two best friends exchanged glances.

“Bro...what was that for?!”

“Leave me alone, Rod!”

“Bro, I just don’t want you to make a choice you’ll regret.”

“Regret what?! I don’t need to go on the fucking boat.”

Lou pressed together his palms and fingers into a fist.

“If you want to wave your dick, go ahead. I rather keep mine in my pants. Got it!”

Alex chuntered expletives, shooting his hand upward.

“Don’t act pussy then when TC’s balls deep, Smallwood.”

Lou gave his friend a cold, penetrating stare; raising his fist as he suddenly rushed towards him. Alex recoiled at the abrupt proximity of Lou, though his fear turned to shock when Lou collided against a young, naked woman walking past. She cried aloud, hitting the floor on her right side with a harsh thud. Both men peered down at her. Lou trembled with anger while Alex did so in distress. Only when the woman drawled her pain did Alex kneel down to assist. Lou looked around, feeling the stares of every guest on him. He did not say a word. Only continued his way to the terminal’s exit.

“Not even an oops my bad! What the hell?!”

Lou turned, catching sight of the unsteady woman in Alex’s arms.

“Yes, you,” she thundered, curbing the growing audience’s interest. An audience all too happy at indulging their curiosity, “I could have broken something. The least you could do is say sorry!”

Lou angled off, about to continue his tensed excursion until he collided against someone else. A naked young man, withstanding a pair of blue and white logo hipster briefs, stood in front of Lou. Five feet six inches compared to the jock’s six feet five, yet as every bit mesomorphic, if not more.

“Man, that’s my girl over there. Just say sorry.”

Lou smirked, looking downwards.

“How about you tell her to buy glasses, then maybe she wouldn’t have problems looking where she’s going?”

Lou sneered.

“Though she might be used to men your size.”

The man’s face contorted.

“I’m not here to start trouble, man. Just asking for an apology.”

Lou pushed past them, forcing him onto the ground.

“What’s your problem!?” cried a guest, shocked at the sight.

“Man! Chill out!” yelled another, holding his phone to record the scene.

“Get off the **** dude!”

Lou ignored them, his focus on the neared exits shortly before he heard Alex bellow: “Lou! Watch out!”

Without turning back, the jock promptly and efficiently dodged the boyfriend’s attack before kicking him at his feet at full tilt.

“Call the owner!”

“Stop it! There’s no reason to fight!”

“Just leave! Get out!”

The boyfriend jumped up, raising both fists before rushing towards Lou, who evaded again. The jock grabbed the young man’s shoulders, thumping against them with his free hand, then pushed him into the padded seating benches. Lou approached the man, lying prone before kicking him over face upward.

“Leave him alone!” cried the girlfriend.

Though she rushed over, Lou clutched the top of her head as she tried swiping at him using her smaller fists. In fact, like her boyfriend, she was on the shorter end. A well-balanced, petite figure.

“Lou! Bro! Stop! Let’s go,” bellowed Alex again, struggling to put on his clothes while running over with a beleaguered Tristian Conner and his accompanied security.

“Lou! Leave the premises at once!”

“What the hell did you think I was doing?!” strained the jock, pushing the young woman onto the ground too, “you’re a pervert TC! You and your entire orgy cruise ship!”

“Bro! Calm down!” exclaimed his friend once again, but it mounted up to a matter of indifference.

He approached the stoic Tristian, ignoring the guards that surrounded him.

“Be real, TC. This was your way of fucking Debbie. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have a chance with her.”

“Excuse me, Smallwood,” spoke the woman, her voice stern, “I’m not a piece of meat.”

Lou snickered, eying his crush as she hurried by Tristian’s right side. His heart panged him with each word he declared.

“Could have fooled me, Debbie. I know you’re only here to ride Tristian’s cock!”

She flushed, making Lou clamour a brutish laugh.

“You’re missing out on all man over here,” Lou said, pointing to himself. “TC don’t even compare--”

As he prepared to grip his bulge in his white cotton shorts, he found them descending rapidly along his muscled legs in company with his low-rise boxer briefs. He inadvertently grabbed at his prosthetic directly, pulling upward and popping the hollow shaft from his groin. He looked down, finding the angered girlfriend returning his gaze with a sense of victory before confusion wrinkled her expression. For, at most, five seconds, everyone laid eyes on his shrivelled, microscopic organ coupled with typical swaying balls.

The disgruntled girlfriend.

The rousing boyfriend.

The distressed audience and guards.

Along with his worried best friend, Alex Rod.

His indifferent rival, Tristian Conner.

And of course, his amused crush, Debbie Morgan.

“You’re right, Smallwood. Tristian cannot compare to that. Neither would a toddler.”

The ship’s guests, and indeed some guards, chuckled at the quip, causing the crimsoning Lou to cover his shame with his hands, including the one holding his dangling prosthetic.

“Man, where did you get that dildo? eBay?!”

More laughter.

“You ooze small dick energy!”

The guards and Debbie laughed. Even Tristian cracked a slight smile. But the couple below Lou bellowed loud, convulsive amusement.

“That’s why he said you need glasses. There’s no way you would have found it otherwise.”

The surrounding crowd’s mirth echoed throughout the terminal. Lou pulled up his shorts, stuffing his prosthetic into his boxer briefs before running. Alex followed him, his growing smirk turning into an irrepressible grin once they exited. His friend quickly buttoned his shorts, giving Lou a knowing look, which made him clench his teeth. He still covered his groin despite being clothed. Though in moments his arms fell to his sides when his best friend began guffawing. Coughing during his nigh on futile attempts to speak.

“Bahahaha. Makes sense now.”

Lou remained silent, his muscles tightening from the pervading humiliation. He felt like an absolute fool. Damn. He had looked like one as well. He will not live this down. It was only a matter of time before his exposure turned viral and ruin his life.

“Bro, you’ve got nothing to hide,” Alex spoke, giving his best friend a playful wink before cackling once more.

End