Jack’s Birthday Suit
By CrazyColumbina.
“mmPh…” he grumbled, folding an arm over his face. It was his twenty-first birthday, and he was feeling especially lazy.
He rolled over, and his bare body rustled against the dewy grass.
The grass?
His bare body?!
Jack jolted into a sitting position. His eyes shot open.
He sat completely naked on his front lawn. His body was skinny except for his round bubble butt, the surfaces of which tickled against the grass beneath him. He stared down through his raised legs at his tiny, pathetic cock. A two-inch-long, embarrassing excuse for a penis, it was barely a little button of flesh that stared back at him over his balls. His nut sack and the puny nuts inside it began to wrinkle and contract in his panic.
“Happy Birthday, Jack!” a muffled voice shouted.
Jack covered his crotch with his hands and let out a yelp. His head whipped around, and he was staring at his sister June through a closed window on the first floor of their house.
“JUNE! WHAT THE HELL?!”
Cupping his junk with both hands, even though he probably only needed one, Jack streaked over to the front door. His body doubled over in embarrassment, and his asscheeks jiggling, Jack reluctantly pulled a hand away from his cock and balls to try the door.
Locked.
Jack streaked back to the window. He hopped from bare foot to bare foot, adrenaline and fear pulsing through his naked body.
“JU-UNE!!!” he whined.
June laughed through the glass. She wore a tiny white sundress that strained to contain her massive breasts and wide hips. Her straight, dark, long hair fell to her mid-thigh, almost longer than the hem of her dress.
“You’re the birthday boy!” June said. “You should be wearing your birthday suit!”
Jack danced in front of the window, stupidly cupping his crotch. His head whipped back and forth. He needed to get back inside, but his racing brain refused to come up with a plan.
Desperation mounting, he released his hands from himself and frantically tried to pull open the window in front of him.
June cackled, staring down now at Jack’s puny manhood.
“What were you covering up for?!” she laughed. “You’ve got nothing to hide!”
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP!”
The window did not budge in its frame. Jack’s ass cheeks rippled and shook from his fearful tugging, but his puny little dick was so short that it barely moved at all.
“June! Let me in! Please!” Jack begged.
“Um… let me think about it…” June held a mocking pinky finger to her lips, its slender length dwarfing his cock. “Hmmm… nah. I don’t think so…”
“JuUUuNNE!!” Jack whined.
He futilely pulled on the window again and again. He spread his legs and threw his ass back, shaking and twerking in his full-body effort to get back into the safety of his house.
“Oh, my God! JACK!” a voice gasped behind him.
A sinking, primal fear drilled through Jack’s stomach and sapped the strength from his legs. He knew the voice before he turned around.
Christine from his biology class, whom he had had a crush on since the start of the semester, stood behind him. Her frizzy blond hair was cut to her shoulders. She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a sleeveless blouse. She wore no bra, and her nipples prodded at the fabric. She was flanked by five other girls from Jack’s college. All were staring, mesmerized by his naked, shaking bubble butt.
“Look at his fat ass!” one of them said, which made the others burst into fits of giggles.
“Morning, girls! You’re a little early for the birthday party!” June said. “As you can see, my stupid brother still hasn’t gotten dressed!”
“AHGH!” Jack squawked. He whipped his body around to protect his ass from the staring feminine eyes. He flattened his back against the house, squishing his cheeks into the brick, but — in the process — presenting his pathetic cock and balls to the women.
“EWWwwWW!!”
“It’s so tiny!”
“Put that away!”
“No one wants to see your little clit!”
“It’s just a puny nub!”
Jack froze. The pure horror, the absolute humiliation seeped into every cell of his body through their laughing taunts. His eyes bounced from woman to woman, watching them as they stared at his useless dick, their faces contorting with either utter disgust or sadistic laughter. The laughing ones pointed down at his tiny, stupid penis. It was a total nightmare.
His eyes settled on Christine, who looked at his cock and balls with dead-eyed hatred. He noticed too late that her right leg was swinging back, her toned muscles flexing mid-kick.
SLAMMM
Her sneaker crashed into Jack’s nut sack, squashing his little eggs up against his body, and lifting him onto his toes with the brutal force of her kick.
“Small-cocked loser!” Christine shouted.
“OOUGGHHGK!” Jack groaned and gargled. Crushing pain spasmed through his nuts like screaming lightning. His stomach twisted. His strength was drained from his body. His head swirled, and he saw stars in his eyes.
He tumbled forward, his face smooshing into the grass. He cupped his aching, pulsing testicles with his hands and lay twitching and moaning with his bare ass in the air on his own front lawn.
The assembled women pointed and laughed together at his twisted, naked, and utterly humiliated body on the morning of his twenty-first birthday.
The End.
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