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Chapter 5 by username55 username55

So where is he gonna go?

The surf simulator

How could I forget that there are more than 3 things to do at a water park? The Surf Simulator. For those who want to surf, but without the danger of drowning in the ocean. No sand, no riptides, just a wave, a board and a lot of spectators.

Now John didn't know how to surf. But that really didn't matter considering that he wasn't exactly there to show off his skills. No, he was there to show off something else. Something very tiny that's sure to delight the crowd all the same.

As he listened to the lifeguard's spiel on what to do and how long he has to surf, John looked at his old tattered shorts. He knew that these things were not going to survive no matter what he did. Time for the big moment. Or perhaps the small moment.

He got onto the board, prone like the lifeguard told him to do. He felt the water start to pull his trunks off. Already he could hear everyone gasp about his butt peeking out from his shorts. He did everything he could to wiggle those shorts off without letting the board go and eventually, he heard them gasp and start laughing.

With his puny worm now feeling the water and his ass feeling the breeze he knew what they were laughing at. He shakily stood up and started to surf.

His heart started to pound as he tried to keep his balance while looking all the spectators laughing and giggling at his weewee. The breeze chilled his penis making it almost become an innie belly button.

He heard so many people call it small, asked if he was cold, call him many insulting nicknames like, baby dick, chilly willy and ken doll.

One girl was even outright filming him. She zoomed in on his hairless crotch as she took in the sight of his wiggling little wiener. She and her friends were dying of laughter as they wiggled their pinkies at him.

But before anyone knew it, the surf simulator stopped and he was called back to the lifeguard on duty. He walked back, pretending that he was completely oblivious to his state of undress.

Just as he was about to walk back out into the park, she stopped him. "Sir! I think you forgot something!"

"Oh, I did? What did I forget?" he said, with his hands on his hips.

She stared right at that twitching little nub and thought to herself. "Does he really not know? I'd better tell him..."

Will she tell him? Or does she want to see how oblivious he really is?

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