Help him find his trunks.

"Awwwww...girls, we gotta help this wittle baby boy find his shorts."

"Yeah, he might catch a cold."

"Or get a sunburn right on his wittle weewee."

"Or even his cute bare buns."

The milfs got to their feet and 2 of them got each of his hands.

"Follow us, wittle guy. Let's retrace our steps. Now where did you lose your trunks?"

John felt his entire body buzz with arousal as he was walking with a group of giggly, motherly milfs as he was dragged around the park. "Uh...it was at the waterslide."

"Oooh, the ol Swimsuit Stripper? That makes sense. Now come on."

As they walked, he saw a group of other women look at him in shock, before pointing and laughing at him.

John felt his knees get weak. He was as hard as a rock. But considering how tiny his cock was, it was more like he was as hard as a pebble.

"Excuse me, ladies? This cute wittle man has lost his shorts. Have you seen them?"

He saw that not only were they giggling at him, but they were the same girls who saw him as he exited the pool. It seems however that John's lie spread far and wide. They thought he was younger than he really was.

"Awww...look at him!"

"He's a little naked boy!"

"It's like a little button. No wonder he was so shy about it."

The milfs were trying to calm the other girls down.

"He sure is a cutie, but he can't be running around with his little nubby around. Did you all see him lose his shorts?"

"We sure did!" they all said in unison as they made pinching motions.

All this while John felt like he was melting under the summer sun from all the shameful arousal he was feeling. He let out a low moan that he tried to play off as him being utterly ashamed and not turned on more than he ever thought possible.

The milfs knew better though. Why else would his dicklet be dripping like that?