See if he gets bigger

I stared at Ahab, his face red as his mini-meat is exposed for us to see. The women around me start to take notice, the occasional sharp laugh or ejaculated comment growing into a full chatter as others attempted to get closer. My eyes darted from Ahab's little fish to his face and back again, the feeling of humiliation in his eyes igniting something I'd not felt since starting my job a year ago. I've never been one to mock or be rude to people, but the way he struggled, eyes wild with fear, filled me with a desire that I had to take at that moment. If nothing else, it would show if he was really bigger than this.

I reached down and started to fondle his balls, a collective gasp coming from the women surrounding me. We could be caught by any of the lifeguards or staff, I thought, if we're get too loud. The thought raced out of my mind like a bullet train as I continued to massage his minuscule little nuts. Ahab let out a short, high-pitched gasp as I did so, stoking the fire of my desire further. After a few seconds, I held my pinky finger next to his shrivelled, hairless pump and compared it. He couldn't have been more than an inch, as my smallest finger was at least 1 or 1 and a half times larger. A nearby woman, with faded red hair and a modest bikini billowed as she looked, setting a chain of laughs from the women behind me. Even I could barely hold back my lack of disbelief, lightly tapping his Vienna sausage with my pinky finger, the flaccid thing bouncing back in the cool air of the pool. If it had been a busier day a person might have noticed us by now. Looking up towards Ahab, I saw his face, a ripened Italian tomato at this point, stare back into my eyes, a mixture of shame and arousal showing through.

"This can't be it, right Ahab?" I ask, a part of me being sincerely hoping for more. A toned, well-defined man like Ahab is the kind you see in GQ or in Hollywood, a perfect guy for a night...if he had something more. Ahab remained fixed on my face, not blinking or looking at any of the other women around. He remained silent, apart from a few short, high-pitched moans of pleasure and fear. "We can certainly find out now, can't we?" I asked, not expecting any sort of reaction from anyone, although a few ladies, particularly the older and more suburban-looking ones, did feel the need to blurt out an generic "Yeah!" or "Uh-huh!"

Without a moment's notice, I began to undo the straps to my bikini top, a teal-green-and-white striped thing that I had gotten from a friend that looked particularly nice on me. Ahab, however, seemed to not like it, as his eyes shot wide as I exposed my breasts to the open air. Every man I've been with has commented on how my "tits are bigger" than they thought, though I've never bothered to measure. They all seem to enjoy them, so that's all I really need.

Letting my bikini top float in the water nearby, my nipples hardened from the cold air of the pool air as I reached out and gently grabbed Ahab's white whale with my thumb and pointer finger and began to tug softly. Ahab let out an exasperated gasp like he'd never been touched that way. Without much to work with, I continued my first finger-job on a guy, in a public pool, half-naked and surrounded by various women I had never met before. If nothing else, it's another story I can tell at the next house party I go to.

Ahab's breath shortened and I could feel him getting hard, his earlier thrashes to break free from Natalie replaced by humiliated obedience. His eyes darted between my supple breasts and my fingers on his plantain, the submissive nature of a man like him driving me wild every second. The moment of truth was upon us, and in a moment of complete euphoria, my mouth blurted out, "I want to see just how big Sailor-Boy can get. Because this can't be it, right? Right?"