Showing Off At The Beach

James stood there for what seemed like an awkwardly long time, doing his best to cover himself and not draw any more attention. He could still see people pointing and snickering at him, despite his best efforts.

Rebecca returned to her narration with coffee and a fruit cup. James cringed, knowing that his humiliation was about to resume. Then a strange feeling came over him, a lightness, relieving him of his embarrassment. He felt sexy. He felt hot. He felt his dick stand proud. More than that, he felt a need to make sure everyone on the beach saw his hot, throbbing cock. Of course, he wouldn't call it that when talking to people. He'd tell everyone on the beach "Look at my dicklet. I'm an adorable wanker." Yes, that would be the hottest thing he could do.

Just like the narration said, James cringed, and then suddenly felt better. Rebecca was right. He was hot, and he needed to show off. There were people all around, and only a few of them were staring at him. He walked up to a woman sunning herself a little ways down the beach, who clearly hadn't heard his earlier outburst.

"Look at my dicklet! I'm an adorable wanker," he exclaimed at her, clearly waking her from a nap, waving his cock in front of her face. She looked shocked beyond belief, but James didn't care. He had so many people to show off to at the beach, and he didn't know how long it would be before Rebecca took him away from his exhibitionist paradise.