Arnold can’t handle it.

Looking away from the girls’ judgemental, harsh eyes as they tore away any dignity he had left.

Each reactionary giggle came from his stark naked body but mostly from his “pathetic teenie weenie,” exclaimed one of the girls. They motioned him even further into humiliation.

He stood there, unable to physically move as each girl inspected and played with his very small package—only around one full inch erect. Arnold was more mortified than before, and that terror aroused him in ways he never expected.

His little baby boner couldn’t handle their two-finger stroking anymore, the various images captured, knowing everyone he knew would see his really tiny boy penis.

After some time, he felt it coming and knew what would happen. He moaned loudly, and little clumps of white-hot cum escaped the tiny urethra of his unimpressive micropenis.

The girls—shocked—laughed even harder that little Arnold actually blew his load under their grasp on film. He couldn’t do anything except look down, witness in real time his already very small penis shrink even further to a half-inch wee-wee.

They wouldn’t quit laughing, and with nowhere to go, he immediately ran off into the busy street with his little gherkin bouncing around, finding a place to find any cover.