Midnight's Secret Dive

Gina's whisper hung in the humid air like a dare, her shoulder pressing against mine as we crouched there, the rough bark of the tree digging into my knee. Greg was still sprawled on that boulder, legs dangling in the shallow water, his body all long lines and smooth skin under the patchy moonlight filtering through the pines. That little dick of his just sat there, soft and unassuming, balls tucked up tight against the night's chill. My pulse thrummed low in my belly, remembering how it'd felt last night—warm, quick to respond, spilling into my mouth before he could even process the surprise. But tonight was different. Shared. Better.

"Fuck it," I said, keeping my voice low but firm. "Let's step out. Surprise the shit out of him." Gina's eyes flicked to me, wide with that mix of booze-fueled buzz and weed haze, but she nodded, a grin splitting her face. We straightened up together, leaves crunching under our sneakers as we broke from the tree line. The water lapped softly at the rocks, and Greg's head snapped up at the sound, his body going rigid like a deer in headlights.

He let out this high-pitched squeal—half yelp, half gasp—that echoed off the water, his hands flying down to cup his crotch. The motion was frantic, knees knocking together as he twisted away, water splashing up from his submerged calves. "What the—holy shit!" he stammered, face flushing red even in the dim light. His ass cheeks clenched, that perfect curve I'd spied on before now on full accidental display as he tried to shield himself.

Gina burst out laughing, the sound sharp and unrestrained, cutting through the cricket chorus. She doubled over a bit, hand on her hip, her cropped tank riding up to show a sliver of toned midriff. "Oh my god, dude! Covering up like that? Why skinny dip then, huh, big guy?" She dragged out the "big," her voice dripping sarcasm, eyes locked on his huddled form. I couldn't help it—giggles bubbled up from my chest, light and teasing, as I watched him squirm. Greg's shoulders hunched, but there was that flicker in his eyes, the same one from our texts earlier, dread twisted with something hotter.

"I—uh, forgot my suit," he blurted, voice cracking a little as he glanced between us, still half-turned away. "Found this spot earlier. It was so fucking hot out, you know? The water looked perfect, so I just... dove in." True enough—the day's heat had lingered, turning the air sticky even now, sweat beading on his forehead despite the dip. He shifted on the boulder, hands clamped tight over his junk, but his gaze darted to Gina's legs, then up to her tits straining against that thin fabric, before snapping back to me.

Gina snorted, stepping closer to the water's edge, her cutoff skirt hiking up as she planted her hands on her hips. "Tragic for a guy with your... proportions." She let the word hang, eyebrow arched, and I swear I saw Greg's ears go pink. He just nodded, quick and jerky, like he couldn't find words to argue. The girls—us—exchanged a look, and we both cracked up, the laughter rolling out easy and mean. Gina wagged her pinky at him, that universal tiny-dick taunt, and I joined in, shaking mine back and forth with a wink. "Come on, it's cute," I said, but my voice had that edge, the one that said we weren't done.

Greg's mouth opened, closed, and he let out a shaky breath, still covering up like his life depended on it. But I could see the way his chest rose and fell faster, the subtle shift in his posture. He was gorgeous, though—had to give him that. Sharp jaw, messy dark hair wet and slicked back, those lean muscles from whatever sport he played, all pale and glistening. "You're good-looking as hell, you know," I said, stepping a bit closer, my shorts brushing against a low-hanging branch. "Don't hide it all."

Gina tilted her head, her ponytail swinging. "Yeah, no kidding. But seriously, I wanna see it again. That peek was too quick—give us the full show, big guy." She smirked, echoing her earlier jab, and Greg's eyes widened, flicking to me like I might bail him out. But I didn't. Instead, I felt that rush, the power from watching him last time, hand buried in my shorts while he swam oblivious. Now, with Gina here, it was amplified, my pussy already starting to ache with the thrill.

"Hands down," I ordered, my voice steady, stepping right up to the boulder's edge. The water was cool against my ankles where it lapped over my sneakers, but I ignored it, locking eyes with him. Greg froze, shock flashing across his face—mouth parted, breath hitching. For a second, I thought he'd bolt, but then something shifted, that compliant spark from our late-night texts kicking in. He complied immediately, hands dropping to his sides with a wet slap against his thighs. Exposed again, just like that. His dick hung there, tiny and soft, maybe an inch and a half in the cool air, balls drawn up snug. The moonlight caught the droplets still clinging to his skin, tracing paths down his abs to that little nub, making it look even more vulnerable.

Gina sucked in a breath beside me, her boldness cracking for a beat as she stared. "Whoa, Em—did you just...?" She trailed off, taken aback by how I'd taken charge, but then her gaze dropped back to Greg, and a slow smile spread. "Fuck, that's a beautiful tiny dick. Like, perfectly proportioned or something. Adorable as shit."

I shrugged, heat building between my legs at her words, at the way Greg's body tensed under our scrutiny. "Yeah, well, my friend's not exactly impressed," I said, glancing at her with a teasing nudge. Gina played along, crossing her arms under her tits to push them up, shaking her head with mock disappointment. "Nah, it's... quaint. Bet it doesn't even reach the bottom of my palm."

At that, it happened—his dick twitched, a sharp little jerk, blood rushing in despite the humiliation. Or because of it. We watched, transfixed, as it stiffened fully, stretching to all of four inches, hard and straining, the head flushing pink. Greg let out a soft groan, hands flexing at his sides like he wanted to cover up again but knew better. His balls tightened further, and a bead of precum glistened at the tip, catching the light. Time to play, I thought, my mouth watering at the sight, the memory of tasting him last night flashing hot and quick.

I stepped forward without thinking, the shallow water soaking my shorts up to the hem, and wrapped my fingers around his tiny manhood. It was warm, rigid in my grip, fitting easy in my palm like it was made for this—thumb brushing the underside where the vein pulsed. Greg gasped, hips bucking involuntarily, his ass sliding a fraction on the slick rock. "Em—fuck," he whispered, voice rough, eyes squeezing shut as I gave it a slow squeeze.

Gina's shock hit again, her hand flying to her mouth before dropping to her thigh, inching toward the button of her skirt. "Emily, whoa! You're just... grabbing it? Right here?" Her voice was breathy, eyes glued to my hand on him, her cheeks flushing deeper than the tequila could account for. But she didn't look away—hell, she leaned in closer, the air between us thickening with that electric hum, the kind that promised the night was just getting started.

I stroked him once, deliberate, feeling him throb against my fingers, the skin sliding smooth over the hardness. His breath came in short bursts, chest heaving, and I could smell the lake on him mixed with that faint, musky arousal. Gina's laugh turned low, almost a moan, as she watched, her free hand tugging at her tank's hem like she was debating stripping down. Greg's eyes cracked open, locking on mine, pleading and hungry all at once. My pussy clenched, wet heat soaking through my panties, and I tightened my grip just enough to make him whimper.

But then Gina's fingers brushed my arm, tentative, her body heat cutting through the cool water. "Your turn to share the fun?" she murmured, and Greg's dick jumped in my hand like it heard her. The three of us hung there, suspended in the moment, the lake whispering secrets around us. I smirked, giving him one last teasing tug. "Why not? But first, big guy—tell us how bad you want it." His nod was eager, desperate, and as Gina's hand joined mine, wrapping around the base, I knew we'd drag this out until the stars burned out. Or until one of us broke first.