"You can have a seat and finish your breakfast, Will. And get used to Renee seeing your prick, because she will - a lot!" Annie giggled, as I sat down, somewhat red-faced now. "Look, Renee! His cheeks are now as rosy as his prick!"
"So nice when a guy can master color co-ordination in his finest fashions!" Renee quipped.
Just as I was grappling with the mental adjustment to accept that two lovely young women would be freely ogling my personal assets all summer, another surprise jolted me. Two more women came onto the deck. Mrs. Gallagher and another lady of about her age, whom I did not know. Here I sat, a bare ass naked 23 year old guy with a hard prick that wouldn't wilt, in the presence of tow 21 year old lovelies and two fiftyish women. Matt had gone into Annie's kitchen to refill his coffee, so I was the only penis-owner present. It was presenting itself grandly, at full attention, its corona flaring with each beat of my heart. The clear table top was offering no refuge at all. But then it got worse.
"It is customary for a gentleman to stand when greeting ladies," Annie said, patting my arm. Sheepishly, I arose with a red face and bobbing erection. What else could I do, when put on the spot like that?
"Your new tenant is providing us with some gallant entertainment, Mom. Isn't he a darling?"
"I can see that, indeed. You girls are having a good time helping him feel at home, I am sure. And he is obviously enjoying it, himself." She looked up and down my nakedness, a little suppressed grin on the corner of her mouth. "Will, this is my neighbor, Mrs. Marlowe. She owns the house next door. Matt rents the garage apartment from her," she introduced us. "Will is my new tenant in flat A. He seems to be such a pleasant and vibrant young man."
"He does have a pleasing air about him, and he's certainly in a vibrant mood at the moment. But he does appear to be in an unsettled state!" Mrs. Marlowe replied. "Lovely to meet you, young man!"
"Well. as you know, a virile youth does go through a difficult adjustment, psychologically, when placed in such a position. He is feeling so many conflicting stimuli and it can be perplexing to him," Mrs. Gallagher surmised.
Perplexing indeed! I am naked as a newborn, and not a stitch within reach. Four women are openly examining my masculine attributes and discussing me very frankly, along with my psychological and very obvious physical reaction! My face was hot with blushing, and my penis was staring straight up at them, twitching vigorously in tune with my racing pulse. I was giving a very blatant show, and each of them was enjoying it, even relishing the confused web of emotions they could see battling within me! A wild mix of panic, shame, arousal, elation, and pride tumbled across my mind. It seemed to me that they could see each and every one of those as separate entities, and as a combined whole; yet, to me it was a moment of helpless confusion in which I strove to maintain some type of composure. I could only stand there, feeling lost, naked and stupid.
Then it hit me like a bolt of light cutting right through the fog - every one of these women believed in the marrow of their bones that they were something superior to the mere male that stood naked and confused under their appraisal. And I was standing there NAKED, simply because these women had decided it should be this way - and in doing so, I had conceded to their decision and validated it.
They smiled as one when they saw that this reality had dawned on me. Shame descended on me like a bucket of cold water, washing over me from head to toes! Shocking, yet fresh somehow, as it passed. Like that first plunge into a cold pool, bracing at first, until you adapt. They saw it. They felt it. They triumphed in it. Then looked at each other. I could see them drawing together in unity, without moving an inch. Another male had begun the transition. But this was only to be the first phase!