Summer Lovin' Chapter II (Patreon)

Tim had been dreading this day. The first Monday back at school after the utter humiliation he had suffered at Summer Smith’s house party was sure to be an interesting one. By now, word had probably spread to just about everyone in school. His one saving grace was that there was no photographic evidence.

He managed to keep a low profile on the bus ride, but once Tim walked into school, he was subject knowing looks, hushed whispers, and poorly-hidden points from almost every conversation group as he passed through the school’s halls. Even Jessica, the school’s beauty queen, gave him a knowing grin and a teasing pinky-wag, plus a cruel giggle as she shaked her hips walking away. Tim was pretty sure the gossip mill had made it impossible to ever lose his virginity.

Just as Tim was contemplating any way out of the situation he found himself in, he ran straight into the one who caused all his troubles: Summer Smith herself. Tim froze in fear.
 

“Hey Tim!” she crowed, mock-cheerfully. “Surprised to see you here. Figured you’d have transferred to another school by now.” She cackled.
 

Tim did his best to ignore the torments, as he would probably have to do every day for the rest of his life now, but Summer was having none of it.  

“Hey, look at me when I talk to you, shrimp!” She called out, getting closer and closer. “We all know that tough-guy-ignoring-it bit isn’t gonna work.” She cornered him, and before long, Summer backed him against a closed door.
 

“If you don’t want me to make your life even MORE of a living hell than I already have, you’ll do what I say, got it, shrimpdick?” She bore down on him intimidatingly. Tim was shook, intimidated by the girl who had emasculated him. She had such control over him, all he could do was nod in agreement.
 

She smiled, and said “That’s a good boy.” Despite being a she-devil with a terrible secret she was lording over him, Tim couldn’t help but still think Summer was hot.
 

With that, Summer turned the knob of the door Tim was pinned to, sending him tumbling  backwards onto a hard tile floor. As he twisted and turned over as he tried to stand back up, he managed to see a crowd of girls in various states of undress, who all immediately recoiled and screamed at his sudden presence. It was at this point Tim realized with horror that Summer had pushed him into the girl’s locker room.
 

Several of the girls screamed variations of “Ahh! There’s a boy in here!” and tried to cover themselves. Tim tried to struggle to his feet, but he soon felt Summer plant a shoe on his back.  

“Don’t worry girls, it’s just Tim. Not like there’s actually a REAL boy in here!” Summer quipped, earning a cacophony of giggles from the crowd of half-naked girls. Now that they realized his identity, it seemed they were far less concerned about Tim seeing them now that he’d been identified as the quick-shooter with a micro-dick.
 

Jessica, dressed down to just her high-end lingerie, made eye contact with you before she began her own torment.
 

“If what you told everyone is true, Summer, then this is probably the locker room he should be in!” She giggled, leading the rest of the pack who soon followed suit.
 

“Oh, it’s true alright. Wanna see for sure?” Summer explained as she released her footprint and let you stagger to your feet, but you didn’t make any headway towards escaping. You could barely take a step before Summer grabbed you in an armlock. How was she so much stronger than you?

“You girls wanna see it?!” She shouted to the crowd. A wave of laughter and cheers was the response? She grinned an even more evil grin.
 

“Are you sure? It’s really gross and pathetic!”  She added, to even more laughter. Still, that didn’t seem to dampen the crowd’s spirits at all.  

“Alright! You asked for it! Here it comes!”
 

With no further ado, Summer reached into his waistband and tugged down his jeans and his underwear in one fell swoop, leaving his diminutive, half-erect package on display in front of at least two dozen of your classmates.
 

Perhaps the most deafening howl of laughter you’d ever heard erupted from the crowd. They had all known the truth of your less-than-impressive genitals, but it was an entirely different matter to have visual confirmation of the matter. There were so many mutterings and snippy comments it was hard to keep everything straight.
 

“Throbbing hard and not even three inches!” quipped Jessica.

“It’s not even cold in here!” teased another girl.
“I don’t even think I could feel that...” mused Tammy.

 

“We know he’s a shrimpdick, so let’s prove he’s a hair-trigger.” Summer instructed. “On the count of three, everyone flash him their tits.” This plan earned a giggle, and Summer began her cruel countdown.
 

“One… two… three!”
 

When Summer reached the final number, shirts and bras came off by the dozens. Tim saw all shapes and sizes of beautiful bosoms, from barely-there mosquito bites to humongous watermelons. The array of gorgeous tit-flesh was too much for Tim’s little endowment, which throbbed and twitched while his balls churned, before culminating in a sad, single rope of semen spraying forth and hitting the tile floor, exactly as Summer had intended.
 

The mixture of post-orgasm euphoria and humiliating adrenaline was too much. Tim began drifting out of consciousness amid another wave of torrential laughter.