Thankfully, there are good people around Zachariah.

“Hey, umm… Zach, are you there?” Comes a concerned voice from the far side of my hiding spot, Tess and her blue eyes catching a glimpse of cock as a few other girls follow.

I’m thankful that I had the chance to dry my eyes before they could find me, but I honestly don’t have the sense to cover myself up when Wanda, Fareehah, and Camilla round the same corner. I’ve already been so mortified today that four women catching me naked don’t make me blush any shade deeper than rosy pink.

Fighting and failing to keep her peepers away from my penis, Camilla speaks next, “Ruby got pretty rough back there, Sexy— er, Zach, are you okay?”

“Yeah, you good?” Wanda adds, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Why would I be okay…” I say, looking down and away from their pretty faces, “every woman on campus saw me cry, watched me blow my load… and everybody saw my tiny penis.”

“Wait, ‘tiny’?” Fareehah asks, her eyebrows adorably quirked in confusion. I see that’s she’s recovered from her own abject humiliation and cleaned my cum off her face.

“Dude, you don’t have a small dick.” The Latina pervert states, allowing her ogle to drift south again. “I mean, it’s not huge, but a cock’s a cock.”

“But Velma said I have a tiny, hideous penis.”

“What?” The whole gang asks in unison, “Who’s Velma?”

“My ex. The first time we were going to fuck, she took one look at my cock and laughed so hard she cried.” I explain, unable to meet anyone’s gazes in my nude state, “Sh-she said I had the smallest, ugliest penis she’d ever seen, broke up with me, and left me stranded on a mountain butt naked a-after stealing my boxers.”

“Oh my goodness…”

“You poor thing…”

“Can I go back in time and slap her?”

“Why the fuck did she dump you before having sex?”

The recollections of what my horrible track-star ex did to me on the night of our breakup put devious thoughts in my head, and these beautiful girls showing empathy for me emboldened my resolve.

Fareehah starts to say, “Dude, I think we need therapy—” But I interrupt her words by planting a huge kiss into her lips, and derail the conversation. I stood up so fast none of the girls saw me move.

“No… I need to get my ****.” Clutching the Arabic cutie, my mind snaps back to the last thing said, “Wait, did you say therapy?”

“Y-yeah…” the Muslim says with her eyes crossed in joy, and my muscles pressing against her giant chest.

“Okay, so that’s a really good idea,” I concede as she moves to grope my exposed cock, “but first— ****!”

Breasts heaving subtly under her clothing, Wanda approaches my naked self with her eyes flitting between my face and the hand holding my semi-erect weenie; the gorgeous woman soon settles her gaze on my eyes as she asks, “Not to rain on your parade, but what do you mean by ****?”

“I just need me to finish the shoot, then we’ll make Ruby regret the day she was ever born.” I tell Wanda, cupping her tight ass in one hand and Fareehah’s softer butt in my other as my grin turns evil.

“Let’s team up, and make that photographer know the true meaning of humiliation. Now who’s in?”