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The summer sun scorched the backyard, turning the pool into a glistening escape from the heat. My brother had dragged his mate Liam over for a barbecue, and the day was a chaotic blur of laughter, sizzling meat, and water splashing everywhere. I’d been stuck manning the grill, dodging water balloons from the younger cousins, but my eyes kept drifting to Liam. He was a beast of a man, all rippling muscle and raw power, his broad shoulders and thick, ginger-haired chest catching the sun like some kind of Celtic god. His pecs were matted with a dense, coppery forest of hair that trailed down his chiseled abs, and I couldn’t help but wonder about the whole package—something about his swagger screamed mystery.
I’d always been a bit nosy about Liam, my brother’s gym buddy, not in a creepy way, but his larger-than-life vibe had me curious. He’d been diving into the pool all day, his powerful frame cutting through the water with a cocky ease that drew every eye. So, when I saw him climb out, water cascading off his sculpted body, I grabbed a towel from the deck chairs, figuring I’d toss it to him and maybe sneak a closer look at this ginger Adonis.
Liam stood there, shaking droplets from his fiery red hair, his soaked swim trunks clinging to his thick thighs like a second skin. He didn’t notice me slinking closer, too busy flexing his arms, the muscles bulging under that wild mat of chest hair that seemed to go on forever. Then, in a bold, careless tug, he yanked at the waistband of his trunks to adjust them, probably to free them from the cling of the water. But they slipped way too far, dropping past his hips and pooling around his knees, leaving him stark naked in the sunlight for what felt like a deliciously long minute.
I froze, towel dangling in my hand, my eyes locked on the sight before me. There, nestled in a thick, untamed jungle of ginger pubic hair, was his cock—shockingly tiny, almost comical in its smallness, like a shy little bud barely peeking out of the dense, curly thicket. It was so unexpectedly small, maybe an half and inch at most, practically swallowed by the coarse, reddish hair that framed it like a wild halo. The contrast was jarring: this Herculean figure, all muscle and machismo, with a cock so petite it seemed to shrink into itself, as if embarrassed by the sheer grandeur of the body it belonged to. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my pervy curiosity drinking in every detail—the way the sunlight caught the ginger curls, the way his tiny member seemed to retreat further into the bush with every slight breeze. It was mesmerizing, this secret glimpse of vulnerability in a man who otherwise oozed dominance.
The moment stretched on, Liam seemingly oblivious, his hands still fiddling with the trunks as if he hadn’t realized how exposed he was. He shifted his weight, his thick thighs flexing, and the motion made his small cock hardly jiggle as it was like a fixed button, still mostly hidden in that fiery nest. I stood there, heart racing, soaking in the sight, my mind racing with a mix of shock and guilty fascination. Finally, he glanced down, a slow grin spreading across his freckled face as he tugged the trunks up, covering his modesty with a casual shrug, like it was no big deal. (it wasn't even a tiny deal) He hadn’t noticed me staring—or maybe he had, and he just didn’t care.
I snapped out of my trance and tossed him the towel, my voice a little too high as I stammered, “Mate, you’re, uh, soaking the deck.” Liam smirked, his green eyes glinting, and wrapped the towel around his waist, grabbing a beer from the cooler like nothing had happened. His nonchalance only made the moment hotter, like he owned every inch of his body, tiny cock and all.
As I slunk back to the grill, my mind was buzzing. Liam was still the same larger-than-life bloke, all muscle and bravado, but that prolonged, pervy peek at his surprisingly small package had added a thrilling layer to his mystique. It was like catching a glimpse of a god’s hidden flaw—naughty, humanizing, and impossible to forget. My curiosity about my brother’s mate was more than satisfied, and the day felt electric, charged with a secret I’d replay in my head for weeks.
I’d always been a bit nosy about Liam, my brother’s gym buddy, not in a creepy way, but his larger-than-life vibe had me curious. He’d been diving into the pool all day, his powerful frame cutting through the water with a cocky ease that drew every eye. So, when I saw him climb out, water cascading off his sculpted body, I grabbed a towel from the deck chairs, figuring I’d toss it to him and maybe sneak a closer look at this ginger Adonis.
Liam stood there, shaking droplets from his fiery red hair, his soaked swim trunks clinging to his thick thighs like a second skin. He didn’t notice me slinking closer, too busy flexing his arms, the muscles bulging under that wild mat of chest hair that seemed to go on forever. Then, in a bold, careless tug, he yanked at the waistband of his trunks to adjust them, probably to free them from the cling of the water. But they slipped way too far, dropping past his hips and pooling around his knees, leaving him stark naked in the sunlight for what felt like a deliciously long minute.
I froze, towel dangling in my hand, my eyes locked on the sight before me. There, nestled in a thick, untamed jungle of ginger pubic hair, was his cock—shockingly tiny, almost comical in its smallness, like a shy little bud barely peeking out of the dense, curly thicket. It was so unexpectedly small, maybe an half and inch at most, practically swallowed by the coarse, reddish hair that framed it like a wild halo. The contrast was jarring: this Herculean figure, all muscle and machismo, with a cock so petite it seemed to shrink into itself, as if embarrassed by the sheer grandeur of the body it belonged to. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my pervy curiosity drinking in every detail—the way the sunlight caught the ginger curls, the way his tiny member seemed to retreat further into the bush with every slight breeze. It was mesmerizing, this secret glimpse of vulnerability in a man who otherwise oozed dominance.
The moment stretched on, Liam seemingly oblivious, his hands still fiddling with the trunks as if he hadn’t realized how exposed he was. He shifted his weight, his thick thighs flexing, and the motion made his small cock hardly jiggle as it was like a fixed button, still mostly hidden in that fiery nest. I stood there, heart racing, soaking in the sight, my mind racing with a mix of shock and guilty fascination. Finally, he glanced down, a slow grin spreading across his freckled face as he tugged the trunks up, covering his modesty with a casual shrug, like it was no big deal. (it wasn't even a tiny deal) He hadn’t noticed me staring—or maybe he had, and he just didn’t care.
I snapped out of my trance and tossed him the towel, my voice a little too high as I stammered, “Mate, you’re, uh, soaking the deck.” Liam smirked, his green eyes glinting, and wrapped the towel around his waist, grabbing a beer from the cooler like nothing had happened. His nonchalance only made the moment hotter, like he owned every inch of his body, tiny cock and all.
As I slunk back to the grill, my mind was buzzing. Liam was still the same larger-than-life bloke, all muscle and bravado, but that prolonged, pervy peek at his surprisingly small package had added a thrilling layer to his mystique. It was like catching a glimpse of a god’s hidden flaw—naughty, humanizing, and impossible to forget. My curiosity about my brother’s mate was more than satisfied, and the day felt electric, charged with a secret I’d replay in my head for weeks.