(Part One)

2063

It was another scorching summer in California, and on the beaches the lifeguards were busy saving lives.

There was probably more fake drowning incidents on that stretch of beach than anywhere else in the world. Everyone knew that if you pretended to drown, then a busty babe would rescue you, pressing her wet body against yours as she tried to resuscitate you.

There was something for the ladies too, as the lifeguard hunks were all handsome athletes with impressive bulges where it counted. Unfortunately for the ladies, those bulges were all actually faked. Every one of the hunks looked like an Adonis with a tiny pecker. They all stuffed their swimsuits with specially designed plastic to make them look more impressive. And then they made sure never to shower without their swimsuits.

As a result, all the men thought the other men were hung like horses and that they alone were cursed with a puny pencil dick - even though the majority of ALL white men have dick sizes well below average.

The relationships the lifeguards have with each other go slow, because no matter how horny the busty babes get, their men are very nervous about showing anyone their shameful dicks.

One of those relationships is about to change...

Marvin was one of the longest serving lifeguards on the beach and had a key role in deciding which recruits would be made permanent. He was the guy who wrote up the reports to make sure he had a good reason to hire the bustiest, sluttiest babes and not their more qualified but less 'endowed' rivals.

Of course, he was also the one who occasionally hired the jocks that dated the busty babes. He told himself he was doing it to keep the beach safe, or to cover his tracks in case anybody ever questioned his hiring policies, or a host of other reasons.

The real reason was that, at an unconscious level, he was recreating episodes from his youth when his mother, tired with his fathers tiny manhood, had invited black members of his swim team around for dinner when he wasn't there to get the deep fucking she craved. He hadn't known about it initially, but by the time his mother had deflowered every one of his swim team buddies, he had figured it out. The memory of the day he snuck home to hear his mother being taken by his two closest friends on her marital bed was one of the formative sexual experiences of his life. In particular, the way she constantly compared their hard bodies and huge cocks to her under endowed white husband was the memory that usually came to mind when he came, alone, desperately jerking his own inadequate pin dick.

Since he started college, he had been stuffing his speedos. And he hadn't been home since college, in case any of his old team mates spotted the difference down below and called him on it. Instead, he let the bevy of busty babes who worked for him think that he was a real man with a real cock. Every day, they flirted with him and every day he pretended it was choice that sent him home alone and not fear of discovery.

The only woman he had managed to finally have sex with had been an unexperienced virgin. Even she had clearly regretted hooking up with him, because shortly after their son was born, she left. Her goodbye note said that since the birth she hadn't been able to feel him enter her and that she needed a real cock in her life. His son was 17 now, and from an accidental shower encounter, he was pretty sure Henry had taken after his father in the puny dick department.

But Marvin was happy, when the babes who worked for him were flirting with him, biting their lips 'because they were thinking', bending over 'because they dropped something' or creating a deep valley of cleavage 'because their arms were crossed', he almost forgot about his pathetic little dick.

Of course none of this was known by Wendy Fields. Wendy was just a slutty blonde who wanted a raise and had every intention of using her big tits and tight ass to make sure Marvin gave her what she wanted. She intended to make sure he stuffed his big cock into her pussy so often he couldn't think straight. It had always worked before in her life and she saw no reason she shouldn't get a raise and a regular deep plowing at the same time.

Wendy had noticed that Marvin wasn't responding to the other girls flirting, so she decided that Marvin was probably ripe for the plucking (and the fucking). It was all a question of seduction. Wendy decided that coming over to Marvin's house and cooking him a nice dinner would show him she was girlfriend material. When she made the offer, Marvin was happy to accept, he was swamped by household chores and hadn't had a good meal in weeks.

Later that evening, Wendy arrived with the ingredients and made her way into the kitchen.
When the meal was cooked, Marvin asked Wendy to get Henry out of his room while he took the first delicious bites of the meal.
Wendy walked down the hall and came to the slightly open door of Henry's bedroom. Wendy peeked through the door crack and into the boy's room.
Henry was on his bed, an open porn mag in one hand and the other hand beneath his bedsheets, vigorously jerking off.
Wendy, not wanting to interrupt, just stood there and waited until he finished. She'd call him once he had the chance to clean up...
She didn't have to wait long, as Henry shuttered in pleasure for a bit, put down the porn mag and rose to sit on the edge of the bed, still naked but now without the sheets covering his...
Oh my god! Wendy thought, as she gazed at the shrivelled, thin, pink cockette and minuscule balls between his legs!
Henry had a micropenis!

(TO BE CONTINUED - leave a comment or PM me about you'd like to see in Part Two!)