The Small Dick Club 2
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Part 2: A Day at the Beach…
The tall, hairy, heavyset man lingered near the waterline, occasionally stepping into the shallows but rarely venturing far. His caution wasn’t due to the waves; despite the overcast sky and the breeze, the sea was calm. His reason for being at the clothes-optional beach was simple: to watch women — that, and to hang out in the nude.
His barrel-shaped body was covered in thick hair whose color was fading from age. A small penis was tucked beneath his prominent belly. It would often be erect while he was at the beach, but its small size meant that few ever took notice. In fact, he was smaller than most men there, even when they were flaccid.
For the past hour, he’d been scanning the waterline, hoping to catch a good sight of a particularly slim young woman who, like him, stayed near the water’s edge. Like him, she was naked. Her black hair, short and neat, was held in place by a bright blue bandana headband. Her shoulders were hollow, her breasts sagging. From time to time, a male friend, also naked, would join her, but for the most part, she, like her voyeur, seemed content to loiter alone.
The heavy man mostly kept a safe distance, but every so often, he took a close pass just for the opportunity to inspect her backside and front more closely. Each time he got near, his erection stiffened and twitched. Twice, she turned and locked eyes with him. He met her gaze and kept moving.
He was certain he caught her looking at him from a distance two more times. He deemed it possible she was looking over at him even more often — he just couldn’t be sure at that distance.
After returning from a dip in deeper waters, he found her standing in his path, her gaze fixed on him. That time, he couldn’t pretend not to notice her. He slowed as he approached, but it was she who spoke first.
“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” she said, offering him a broad smile.
The wind tousled her straight black hair. The clouds had descended even lower; rain seemed inevitable.
“Yes, it is,” he replied.
“Your stiff little dick seems to enjoy it, that’s for sure.”
He chuckled. “Yes, Ma’am. He sure does.”
“I like looking for guys with really small ones when I’m at the beach,” she said, squinting slightly.
“Then I’m your man, Ma’am.”
“Why is it that the small guys are so often hard?”
“Huh, I didn’t know they were.”
“My boyfriend is…” She paused to give his penis a longer appraisal. “… twice — no, more than twice — your length, but he’s seldom hard at the beach.”
“That’s a shame. Are you with him today?”
“Uhm-hm. He’s…” She cut herself off, gesturing with her head towards her back and up the beach.
“Then he’s not the jealous type,” he said.
“Who? Oh, him? No, not at all.” She laughed.
His gaze drifted down to the hollows above her collarbones, then to the tops of her breasts. Stretch marks marked them, and he followed those lines along the insides of her breasts until his focus settled on her dark, pointed nipples, which were diffusing like nebulas.
“Can I touch it?” she said.
He raised his eyes to meet her. “Ma’am?”
“Your dick. Can I feel it?”
“Sure, yes, please. Go ahead.”
She pressed her thumb over his hard shaft, then slid a finger underneath it.
“Wow! So small!”
“Don’t I know it!” he said.
She circled the tip of his penis with her thumb, spreading the precum over it.
“You don’t mind if I do this, do you?” she asked.
“Oh, no, no. Have a go.”
She brought her other hand up to cup his balls and started stroking his shaft with two fingers.
“You know,” he said, then paused to breathe in and exhale. “The little guy will spurt his load if you continue to do that.”
“Nooo,” she said, feigning incredulity. She began pumping his sack like a rubber ball, side to side and front to back. “Does it feel good when I do this?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, then moaned. “You’re so good at it. Don’t stop.”
She wrapped one finger around his shaft and pulled back and forth. She kept at that for a while, holding him by his balls, her thumb lodged between them.
“Am I squeezing too hard?” she said. “Tell me if I am.”
“No, Ma’am,” he answered. His face was flushed, his breath shallow and quick.
She started running the inside of her thumb over the tip of his penis. His breathing quickened even more, and before long, he was shooting his spunk inside her closed palm, jet after jet, throb after throb.
“There,” she said when he opened his eyes. She stood there with one hand on her hip. The other was open in front of him, overflowing with his sperm.
To Be Continued…?
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