Up periscope!

Nothing says a relaxing day on the lazy river like floating on your back. As he let his legs slowly float off the ground, he eventually revealed his little penis as he did his best submarine impression. There are many things you could say about John here. He was reckless, he was perverted, he was a tiny little dickhead who only thought with his tiny little dick head. The one thing you couldn't say about him was that he was subtle.

So many gasps, giggles, pointing, laughing and camera flashes made his little 1 inch shark fin practically vibrate in glee. So many comments about how cold the water was and how tiny and hairless he was! It was like a dream come true. Unfortunately, all the pleasure that he was feeling clouded his mind and made him briefly forget how to float. He sank under the water briefly and resurfaced underneath an inner tube.

He panicked, flailed and tried to pop out from the other side but he only got halfway through it. He then attempted to wiggle out of it but in doing so, it flipped upside down. While this produced a very humorous visual of his legs wiggling around making his tiny penis also wiggle around, John really couldn't enjoy it on account of the fact that he was drowning.

He slowly started to black out from the lack of oxygen. While he couldn't see much of anything he heard faint sounds of panic and concern as well as bunch of splashing and what sounded like one of the lifeguard whistles.

He awoke coughing and sputtering with a group of concerned (but still giggling) onlookers looking right at him. Staring right into his eyes was a beautiful, red-headed life guard. "You ok, little guy? You gave us a real scare."

She was the most beautiful woman John had ever seen. He felt the warm concrete under his buttocks and deduced that this attractive lifeguard must've saved him. "So kid, do you have a name?"

"Uh, it's John."

"Ok John, do you know where your parents are right now?"

"My parents? Why would you need to know that?"

"Mostly legal reasons, we don't want them to sue the park for almost letting their little boy drown."

Wait, little boy? Kid? It dawned on John that she was judging his age on his dick size! "Uh, miss? How old do you think I am?"

"I'm guessing about 13 maybe 14, why?"

John did not know how to feel about this. On one hand, he wanted to correct her and say he was 18. But on the other hand, the humiliation potential of being treated like a kid was an interesting one.