James felt as if he was going insane. It was summer, the sun was shining and he was at the beach ogling girls. Tits of all shapes and sizes surrounded him, wrapped in bikini tops, one pieces and other pieces of fabric of varying coverage. James' heartbeat pounded in his ears and throbbed in his crotch, digging a furrow in the sand beneath him. He was lying on his stomach, sunglasses hiding his wide open eyes flitting around from bust to bust. He felt pretty safe with his setup - no one would notice what he was doing or how hard he was. This was the life; so what if he was still a virgin? For now, the smorgasbord of jiggling boobs was enough.

But the mesmerizing display of tits proved too distracting: Suddenly, two pairs of rough hands grabbed him by the upper arms and lifted him bodily from the ground, exposing the boner tenting his swimming trunks.

"I fucking knew it, this little pervert was creeping on the girls!"

"Goddamn sicko. I'd ask if you were getting off on this, but that much is obvious."

James' panting and reddened face had attracted to surfer guys, bodies tanned and chiseled to near-perfect condition. They were holding up James between them, roughly squeezing his arms. He began to struggle and panic. He'd been exposed! They'd beat him up, or worse, call the cops on him! But it was no use, they had grabbed him tight. The first girls were pointing and giggling, others looked furious.

"Give it up, loser. You're going nowhere," one of the surfers said angrily. He and his buddy carried him over to a gaggle of girls and threw him down so he landed on his back. James' dick was still hard, twitching inside his trunks. The girls began giggling and pointing, hushed expressions like "So small!", "What a little prick!" and "What was he thinking?" running through the group, every girl making fun of him without holding back.

Tears welled up in James' eyes and he stood up quickly and tried to run away, but felt his escape barred by one of the surfer dudes.

"If I ever see you here again, you're dead, perv," he snarled into James' face, then stepped aside and let James run.

The laughter of the group followed him as he went to gather up his things and ran home. His family lived two streets from the beach, so it wasn't far, but it still gave him enough time to calm down a little. Those bitches and their two bodyguard wannabes! He hadn't done anything wrong! The comments about his size below particularly stung. Of course, he didn't have a micro-penis, but fully hard he barely cleared four inches. It had never bothered him too much, but then again, no one had ever seen it except for his parents in the bath.

Getting home, he stormed up the stairs to his room, slamming his door closed behind him and booted up his computer. Who knew, maybe some browsing or a game or two would take his mind off things. Once he had opened his browser, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey buddy, are you okay? Did something happen at the beach," his father asked through the closed door, his voice sounding worried.

"Yeah, dad. I'm fine, leave me alone!" James yelled back.

"Uh, alright. If you say so..."

As his father's steps grew more and more distant, James returned to browsing one of the message boards he frequented. After a few minutes of reading dumb memes and even dumber banter, a banner to the side caught his eye

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The rest of the ad was showing a male crotch, the ridiculously huge cock swinging around a gaudy logo reading 'Growth-X'. James hesitated. These ads were obviously all scams, but a tiny part of his mind wondered about how it would be to have a knee-knocking monster. And after all, he had quite a bit saved from his summer jobs. Even it was a scam and he threw his money away, the possible gain would be worth the risk. Decision made, he clicked on the ad and began the ordering process. Seeing as one bottle was barely fifteen dollars, he decided on ordering three on impulse. The shop even promised next-day delivery if the buyer lived within the same state, and to James' delight he did. After he had completed the ordering process, James played a few games until it was time to go to bed.