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Chapter 15 by username55 username55

Grower or Shower?

Small time shower

Despite being ready to burst, your penis didn't really grow much longer. At around 1 inch flaccid you grew to your full length of 3 inches. It twitched as Zoe was staring right at it. Leaking pre-cum onto the sand.

The weird girl who you used to bully, who you used to laugh at was now staring at your twitching hairless member. You kick yourself for thinking that shaving would make it look bigger and not like you didn't go through puberty.

"Oh, my goodness Sam, that thing is sooooooo cute. It's like a funsized white chocolate candy bar! So pale and so tiny!"

You hear a few other beachgoers giggle and turn to see a few of them staring slack-jawed at your twitching shame. Some are just annoyed that you have an erection at all, due to the fact its a faux-pa to be erect at a nude or clothing optional beach.

Some of the locals said things like "Quella cosa è più piccola del mio mignolo!" and "Povera ragazza, deve guardare quel pene minuscolo. Vergognoso." and other such things that you didn't quite understand due to your lack of knowledge of the Italian language.

Though given that some wiggled their pinkies which was the universal language of "That guy has a small penis!", as they said those things, you got the gist of what they were saying.

But Zoe just kept staring at it like she wanted nothing more than to nibble on your funsized white chocolate bar. Nevertheless you tried to continue with the sunscreen application. However, Zoe stopped you by simply standing up, letting her swimsuit fall to the floor.

Standing right in front of you, completely nude, you tried your damnest not to stare at her below the waist, though her chub at least helped you not see that sweet spot between those thighs.

...Those thighs that were so thicc you swore she could crush a watermelon or someone's head, like say some former bully with a tiny cock, to name a completely random example. Hypothetically speaking, if you did have to pick a way to die....well....

"Uh, Sam." You snapped out of those thoughts as Zoe got your attention by grabbing the sunscreen bottle from your hands and tossing it across the beach.

She then leaned real close to you and said, "Put some of your sunscreen on me Sam."

"What, but you just tossed the bottle, why would you do that if-"

Her hand brushing your little dick made you realize what she meant by that statement.

Suppressing a moan as that simple touch almost made you burst then and there, you asked yourself, she really wasn't asking you to coat her in your own "sunscreen"....was she?

Was she really asking for that and more importantly, would you do it?

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