Cody Sugar's Shower Strea

In the mens' showers at Smallwood University, a lone boy was more than content to wash up in solitude. His name was Cody Sugar, one of the college's premiere baseball stars, known across campus for being tall, strikingly handsome, modest to the point of bashfulness, and shockingly to the many women lusting after him from the bleachers, single. He could pierce a girl's heart with one look from his kindly green eyes, and yet the half-Indiginous hunk never been caught dating a soul in his time at Smallwood U.

Steaming water cascaded down the sportsballer's toned body in the curtained shower stall, making highlights of his silky auburn hair, the thick pectorals and six pack he worked so hard for, the taut ass he'd caught so many girls staring at around campus, and perhaps most notably, his itty bitty micropenis.

The reason he kept himself single.

You can imagine that having a tiny dick was quite the embarrassing secret for a sensitive young man, and if Cody's horrible, humiliating memories from high school taught him anything, it was that keeping his meager endowment hidden would be the only way to avoid becoming

the

laughingstock of campus.

Cody considered his very dignity to be a good reason to shower alone after practice, and to avoid the risk of exposure that comes from being in a relationship. At least, he

told

himself he was happy single, no matter how badly Cody wished he had a fairytale romance, and a cute, sugar-sweet girlfriend to cuddle and cry at sappy movies with.

And though he didn't want to chance it, there was a certain girl attending Smallwood U he was crushing on pretty bad. Her name was Elfie, and he often fantasized about the redheaded volleyball player; thinking about her 6' tall, toned body, her lightly freckled face, and her kindhearted nature. She was sweet, athletic, beautiful, and in the back of Cody Sugar's mind, there lived a faint hope she could look past something like his... teeny tiny shrimp dick.

The faucet shut off like any other day, and the hopeless romantic shook thoughts of romance out of his head along with the water in his hair, but when Cody reached for his towel, he found only a bare bar where terrycloth should have been resting. A panic ran up his back, and the tall, muscular sportsballer poked his head past the shower curtain to see if it had perhaps fallen onto the tile during his ablutions. Instead, he came face-to-face with several members of the football team; each of them wearing a wicked grin and street clothes, unlike the showering man-- who was wearing only an uncomfortable grimace to go with his birthday suit.

"H-hey, guys. Are you, um, are you sure you're in the right spot?" Cody asked with a worried stutter, hiding his crotch behind both hands while the other collegiate sportsballers yanked the shower curtain open. "There's another locker room right by the football field, and I hear it's

really

nice digs. Just let me get dressed, and I'd be happy to show y-"

"Nah, we're not lost. We're just a little sick of the girls around here fawning all over you, Mr.Sensitive." The most imposing Sophomore informed him with that same sinister expression before breaking into laughter. "Hahaha! And it looks like what those chicks said about you is true."

"E-excuse me?" Cody yelped, terror stricken by the thought of someone knowing his little secret. The crimson blush crept down to his chest while he shrank away from the footballers.

"We heard Bethany's friends say you're just soo shy that ain't nobody's even seen you without pants on, so we figured we could give all them girls the show they've been waiting for."

"Y-you don't mean-?"

"Oh yeah. We're going to throw you outside. Butt. Naked. You know, right when classes are letting out."

"Oh good God." Tears of embarrassment were starting to well up in the baseball star's green eyes. "Any chance you all could just... let me live my life in peace?"

"Ahahaha! Pretty boy's got jokes! Yeah, not a fucking chance, Cody." The angrier, wider man said rather definitively. "Here's what's gonna happen: You'll be totally humiliated out there, the girls will see you crying like a baby, and they'll lose all interest in dumb ol' Mr.Sensitive-- I mean, it sounds like an amazing prank to me."

Cody's body went motionless in fear when the football team picked his large frame up like an underfilled sandbag and compelled him toward the exit facing the quad. He kept his tiny dick hidden under his hands so firmly--even while being carried--that none of the rival sports team could see exactly

why

he was so scared of being seen naked. But it didn't make much of a difference to his predicament when the mortified young man was chucked onto the grassy quad without so much as a towel to his name.

"Have fun streaking back to the dorms, Cassanova! God, you're

already

red as a fucking tomato! Hahaha! Oh, this is gonna be great." The lead bully chuckled, blowing a raspberry at the man he was gleefully sentencing to public humiliation.

The heavy metal doors to the locker room slammed shut before his eyes, and Cody heard the click of the lock echo inside his head. He could also hear the football team laughing hysterically and high fiving from behind those imposing doors. Fighting with the shower room's locked handles would prove utterly fruitless, and Cody had to face it; there was no chance he could get his clothes back in this situation. His phone was in there too, which meant there was no calling for help either.

Now he was naked out in broad daylight with no recourse, and ringing through the air was the bell signaling the 3:00PM classes letting out. If Cody Sugar didn't want every mischievous, horny co-ed that took afternoon lessons to know exactly what his bare ass looked like when it was dripping wet, he had to hurry and find someplace to hide. Best-case scenario, he sneaks back to the dorms at the far end of campus unmolested. Worst-case scenario, a girl snaps a high-definition photo of his micropenis, posts it to the college gazette, and the entire female student body knows the baseball heartthrob is hung like a goddamn hamster.

Hands still held firmly over his undersized package, and praying no prying eyes were anywhere near him, the nude man made a mad dash to anywhere he could possibly find cover. The only benefit to that ringing bell was that its din meant there was no way to hear the mortified boy's manic strides.

It's just like making it to home plate, Cody. Running is kind of your thing. Just ignore the fact that you're buck-naked, about to be surrounded by dozens of pent-up female students, and almost half a mile from your dorm.

Cody immediately regretted letting himself think about that, but he was at least right about being fast. Like a streaker of lightning, he sped past the main exits into the quad, and tried his luck dashing by the less traveled faculty doors. With far more luck than he was expecting, the nude hunk had yet to see a single soul on his chosen escape route.

You know, until he crashed right into somebody and was sent flat back onto his ass.

Peering back up while he rubbed his head from the impact, Cody was now locking eyes with a very sexy woman. Professor Drake: a history teacher beloved on campus for her passion for her subject, her lenience for students' personal engagements, and her absolutely colossal, button-straining mommy milkers.

The curvaceous older Black woman Cody had just bowled over was seemingly too shocked by the sight of the embarrassed nude male to be upset about the impact, her enchanting face stuck agape while she ogled the buck-naked hunk in front of her, a pair of owlish glasses resting on the ground beside her pencil skirt. Teardrops stung at the corners of Cody's green eyes, mortified and horrified to know that a beautiful woman he saw

on the daily

was looking right at his exposed body. That she saw his itty-bitty little secret.

Too distraught to utter a single word, the naked man staggered to his feet, covered up his undersized package far too late, and raced like a bat out of Hell away from Dr.Drake; all while the winsome professor fought against her huge breasts to try and grab her spectacles and restore her abysmal vision. But the busty teacher only managed to reach past her G-cups and get her glasses on in time to see a split-second view of the sexy streaker's jiggling ass while he vanished around a corner.

"Holy Halibut, now

that's

a man..." Professor Drake huffed in some combination of sexual frustration and horny glee.

Stupid glasses, stupid giant breasts, I could've seen his freakin' dick if you weren't giving me so much grief! Ugh, a tall, handsome man like that probably has an absolute whopper hanging between his legs, too. By the Gods, I wish I at least knew who that was...

Cody for his part, was hyperventilating in humiliation while he escaped the buxom teacher's ""sight"". He could only pray that Drake had the professional decency to not tell too many people about his micropenis. But a busty professor seeing his tiny cock was hardly the unhung hunk's only worry when he rounded the corner and came face to face with a sizable group of young women walking to their engagements between buildings. Their mouths all stretched into exuberant grins, smiling like hyenas when they caught sight of his wet abs and grimacing, beet-red face.

"Holy shit, Bethany, isn't that Cody Sugar?"

"Sweet mother of God, he's totally naked."

"And he looks totally embarrassed!"

"Daaaaamn, why is he so shy with a body like

THAT

?"

"Hahaha! Move your hands, Dude! I wanna see your cock! Your big, meaty cock!"

"Yeah Cody- give us a REAL show!"

The streaking victim grit his teeth through his burgundy blush, knowing his only real option was to make a break for it between these lusty, catcalling ladies on his desperate search for cover. It was either rush onward, or give Professor Drake another free show whilst moving in the direction

opposite

his dorm. For all Cody knew, the bespectacled, busty lady had already called campus police on him.

"Whoa! Look at the size of that thing! This guy's ass is huge!"

"Hell yeah! Streak like the wind! You should strip naked more often, Sugar!"

"Laura, hold my books, I NEED to get my hands on him!"

"Holy shit, girls, don't just let him get away without a proper goodbye!"

At least

half

the mob of beaming co-eds Cody ran past took the opportunity to slap his bubble butt as hard as they physically could. And so a series of spanking sounds echoed across the quad while he streaked by, his face burning hot in embarrassment. Cody felt tears pool at the corners of his eyes once more while the girls wolf-whistled and laughed at his bouncing posterior. The poor guy was mortified, but none of the co-eds around were fast enough to keep pace and watch when he dove into the bushes around the corner of the courtyard.

While a pack of those giggling women jogged right past his hiding spot, his heart pounded like a V8 engine in his ears, his body was naked as the day he was born, but Cody was safe from view at last. Ensuring he was hidden well inside the foliage, the shy guy wiped his face dry, and wracked his brain-- trying to think up some way to get back to the dorms without turning the most humiliating day of his collegiate life into the most humiliating day of his

entire

life. It was bad enough that a member of the faculty saw his little cocktail wiener, but now an entire crowd of his female peers had caught him streaking, and Cody was loath to risk any further exposure.

At least he was safe to plan his escape for the time being, as there wasn't a soul in his immediate vicinity. Still flushed scarlet in shame, the nude baseball star peeked out toward the few paths he could reach without leaving the shrubbery. His search for a possible beacon of hope was mercifully swift.

Not far at all from his hiding spot, Cody spotted a giant, wild mane of blonde hair, belonging to a girl he recognized from around campus, but whom he didn't know by name. She was standing in the path right beside the hedges, sketching in a large book. He'd mostly heard his teammates and some of their girlfriends call her 'Weirdo', 'Creep' or 'Greasy Perverted Argentinian Rat Girl' behind her back, which always rubbed Cody the wrong way because she seemed like a nice girl to him. She greeted people with a crooked smile even if they returned it with a sneer, and she ran errands for a few of Smallwood's sports teams, if he was remembering right. There were definitely a few times she played watergirl for his baseball team, although she was too busy helping hydrate to talk to him, even when he tried to say hi first.

But finding out this lady's name, or why the students around here didn't treat her with any respect could wait-- right now, Cody just needed some help to get back to his dorm without humiliating himself any worse than he already had been today. The handsome young man snuck through the hedges until he was a scant few feet away from her, though he wasn't entirely sure what to say to get her attention away from her drawing.

From this closer vantage point, the naked boy had a much better view of the blonde, and to be honest, she looked pretty normal to him. She was very much on the short side, and had a seemingly average build, though her actual body was largely obscured under an oversized blouse, an ankle length skirt, and a large eyepatch over the right side of her pallid face. Dressed in all black, she had the posture of a frightened pet rabbit let loose in a dog park, and it sounded like she might've been mumbling to herself in Spanish? Okay, so he had to admit that 'normal' was a terrible descriptor of the woman; If anything, Cody found the sketching blonde more 'sympathetic in a way that's cute but mostly sad' than creepy.

Actually, she

was

pretty cute, focusing her big blue eye intently on her work like that...

Most importantly though, he felt like this shivering Chihuahua of a girl was safe to talk to about his streaking predicament; after all, the only things he really knew about her was that she liked being helpful, and was as bashful as a church mouse around everyone he knew. If any woman on this campus would actually respect his need for modesty, it would be this one-eyed nervous wreck, right?

Well, his first choice of girl to help him out of this nightmare would've been Elfie, his tall, kind and beautiful crush. She had tried to keep him safe from embarrassing situations before, but naked beggars can't be naked choosers. Even if it was an incredibly risky gamble to reveal his predicament to anyone, Cody was willing to take a chance with this particular girl.

He just had to work up the courage to ask.