John Tafferty threw his bag onto the sand of the beach as the nearly sunset sky rained down dimming waves of light. The beach was less crowded at this time, and he always found it a little more pleasant. He noticed a couple of beachwalkers, but otherwise, he had that section pretty much to himself. A couple yards down either direction were some campers and a couple with a towel and umbrella, both more prepared than him with his bag, which only held his phone, wallet, and keys. He himself only wore his swimming trunks and necklace, deciding to forgo his usual pair of underwear under his trunks for comfort, though this made them large for his figure.
Soon after sitting in the sand for a while and relaxing, John decided to go for a swim. He left his bag in the sand as he slowly inched his way into the water, the cold sea smashing against his sides as the rough tide justified it’s warning flags. He cringed with each step as the cold water inched its way up his figure until it totally enshrouded half his body. The cold water felt good on his skin, pairing well with the cold air as the waves crashed against him. Suddenly, he was pulled out of his distracting sublime as a huge wave crashed into him, sending him diving through the water, towards the shore from the tidal force. His large trunks slipped right past his knees and off his feet as the undertow pulled them from sight, as well as the rest of the water.
John stood up, coughing from the salt water he had swallowed in the wipeout. As he cleared his head and eyes, he noticed something to his horror: He was stark naked. He quickly dropped to his knees, allowing his jewels to be concealed again by the water as he looked across the beachside, panickily allowing hundreds of thoughts to whiz through his head. He could feel his shrunken package as he gripped it, covering it for another layer of protection, he needed all he could get. His face steadily reddened as his options decreased, knowing he’d have to storm the beach to get out of this situation, like a soldier risking his dignity and nudity.
He waited a bit longer to see if the people on the beach would leave soon, but unfortunately, the sunset only caused more people to come out, camera’s in hand. Eventually, he decided to book it.
John gripped his privates and ran out of the water. The water had resurged up to his knees, which only slowed him down and added to the noise he made. Being the only person in the water, a dozen people looked his way as the sudden movement caught their eye. Initially, most thought nothing of it, until a woman closest to him yelled out “Oh god! He’s not wearing anything!”
Raucous laughter ensued as John made it to the edge of the water, his naked figure on full display as he began to run to his bag. Camera’s refocused on him as the sun fell, though his run was interrupted as he tripped and threw his hands out to catch him as he fell on the sand. He quickly got up as he ran, dropping his arms to speed him up a bit as his cock and balls dangled and bounced, now covered in sand.
He held his bag up over his crotch as he ran towards the parking lot, followed by horrified gasps, laughs, and camera shutters.
John quickly pulled from the lot and drove away. He sped home, his face burning as he imagined how many people would hear about or see his naked body. Before he could even get halfway there, he saw red and blue lights behind him. As he pulled over, he looked down at his naked figure, only looking up to see a very stern, very upset female face staring into his window.
And that’s how John Tafferty was naked, legs spread, cock and balls hanging between his legs, covered in sand and handcuffed for a picture on the local police departments’ website as punishment for public indecency. Next time, he bought trunks a size small.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/anlvk6/john_tafferty_and_the_large_swim_trunks_m_public