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My ex, Wendy, found those flirty texts from another girl on my phone one night, and she lost it. Screaming, throwing stuff, calling me every name in the book—said I was a cheating piece of shit and we were done. We had this massive blowout fight that left me crashing on the couch, heart pounding from the drama. A week dragged by with radio silence, me replaying it all, feeling like an idiot. Then she texted out of nowhere: ‘I forgive you. Let’s not throw it all away.’

Relief hit me hard; I apologized a hundred times, and she suggested we hang out at her friends’ party to ‘smooth things over.’ Sounded good—get back to normal, maybe even hook up later.

The party was at her best friend Lisa’s place, a bunch of us from our old circle drinking beers, blasting music, laughing about stupid shit. I showed up early, arm around Wendy’s waist as nothing happened, her tight top hugging those full C-cups, short skirt riding up her thighs. Things felt okay, flirty even. Then her ex, Jake, rolled in—tall, built like a tank from all those gym sessions, smirking as he high-fived everyone. I ignored him, focusing on Wendy, but tension simmered under my skin. Night wore on, shots flowing, everyone buzzed and loose. Lisa piped up, ‘Hot tub time! Backyard’s calling.’ We all agreed—Wendy, me, Lisa, and her boyfriend Mike, their other friend Tara, and her guy Ben, and yeah, Jake tagging along like he owned the place.

Out by the steaming tub under string lights, the girls kicked it off, peeling down to bras and panties, giggling as they splashed in. Wendy’s black lace set clung wet, nipples poking through, and I felt my pulse quicken. Lisa, always the wild one, shrugged off her bra, letting her perky tits bounce free. “Fuck it, let’s go nude—we’re all adults here!”

Tara followed, stripping bare, her shaved pussy flashing as she stepped in. The guys chuckled, dropping trunks one by one. Mike’s cock hung soft at about five inches, thick even limp, swinging as he settled in. Ben was similar, four inches flaccid but girthy, balls low and heavy. Then Jake—holy fuck, he shoved down his shorts, and this monster flopped out, seven or eight inches soft, veiny and dark, easily dwarfing the rest. It dangled like a third leg, making the water ripple when he sat. My stomach twisted; I knew my own situation—barely an inch soft, a pathetic little nub tucked against my balls. Panic clawed at me; I mumbled something about grabbing a beer, edging toward the door.

Wendy grabbed my arm, eyes sparkling with that mix of booze and mischief. “Come on, babe, your turn. Don’t be shy now.” J

ake leaned back, arms spread, grinning. “Yeah, man, no judgment—hot tub’s judgment-free.”

Lisa chimed in from the bubbles, “Hurry up! You’re a big guy, ripped as hell—it’s gotta be packing down there!” Her words stung, but the group’s eyes locked on me, expectant.

I took a shaky breath, yanking off my shirt first. Whistles and cheers erupted—”Damn, look at those abs!” Tara catcalled, “Flex for us!”

My chest and arms were cut from all the lifting, but that only amped the pressure. Heart hammering, I hooked thumbs in my shorts, letting them drop to my ankles. The girls leaned forward, smirking. “Boxers too—come on, hurry up!” Wendy teased, her foot nudging my leg under the water.

Fuck it. I slid my boxers down, kicking them aside, and stood there exposed. My tiny white dick, shriveled to that sad one-inch worm, barely poked out from above my small balls, soft and insignificant in the night air. The laughter exploded—sharp, uncontrollable bursts from all of them.

Lisa pointed, doubling over. “Holy shit, that’s a tiny dick!”

Tara snorted, covering her mouth. “Oh my god, is that it? It’s like a little button!”

Mike and Ben chuckled too, shaking their heads, while Jake just stared, eyebrow raised, his massive soft cock twitching slightly in amusement. Heat flooded my face. I lunged for my hands to cover up, but Wendy snapped, “No, you don’t get to hide that babydick. Move your hands—let everyone see what you’ve been working with.”

I froze, arms dropping to my sides, the cool air making my nub shrink even more, if that was possible. It just huddled there, pathetic and exposed, while their eyes raked over it. Lisa swam closer, peering. “How are you that tiny? It just pokes out over your lil balls—like a clit or something!”

Tara giggled, splashing water toward it. “Yeah, that little ass thing? And you’re out here messaging other girls? Bet they’d laugh their asses off. How about we take a picture and send it to them—show what they’re missing?”

Wendy’s eyes lit up, phone already in hand from the edge. “Yes! Perfect idea.” She hopped out, water dripping from her naked body, tits jiggling as she knelt in front of me. “Smile for the camera, tiny.”

Flash after flash—close-ups of my shriveled cock from every angle, her fingers even pinching the tip to make it stand out more, the group howling behind her. I stood there, mortified, dicklette quivering under the scrutiny, a twisted heat building in my gut despite the shame.

Jake finally spoke up, his deep voice cutting through. “Can’t believe I went from this to that. Upgraded big time.” He gestured vaguely at his own hanging beast, now semi-hard from the laughs, pushing nine inches easy.

The girls nodded, still snickering. Lisa wiped tears from her eyes. “Wendy, you deserve better—hey, why don’t you and Jake head to the bedroom? Catch up properly.”

Tara nodded eagerly. “Yeah, it’s been forever since you got fucked good, right?”

Wendy bit her lip, glancing at Jake with that hungry look I hadn’t seen aimed at me in months. They both climbed out, water sluicing off their bodies—her curves glistening, his muscles rippling, that huge cock swaying heavy between his legs. As they toweled off loosely and headed inside, Wendy paused at the door, turning back with a wicked grin. “You coming, babe? You need to watch this—learn what a real man’s like.”

I bent to grab my clothes, desperate for any cover, but she shook her head. “Nuh-uh, leave ’em. Walk in like that—tiny dick on display.”

The others burst out laughing again as I straightened, fully naked, my minuscule prick bobbing uselessly with each step. Humiliation burned through me, but my body betrayed me, a faint twitch stirring as I followed them through the house, past curious glances from party stragglers, into the dim bedroom. Wendy pushed Jake onto the bed, straddling him immediately, her pussy grinding down on his thickening shaft.

“Watch close,” she purred over her shoulder, as he gripped her hips and thrust up, stretching her wide with one smooth motion.

Their moans filled the room—deep, rhythmic slaps echoing—while I stood there, sidelined, my little nub hardening to its full three inches, leaking pre-cum from the degrading thrill of it all.

 

The End.

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