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One boy’s hand reached tentatively for the front of his pants, but the other one said, “I’ve already got a boner.”

Suddenly, the room was quiet except for the sound of skin sliding on cloth. Eric felt his cock stirring, but he didn’t move. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself. A minute later, Charles stood up and unzipped his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his cock as if he exposed himself every day of the week. “How’s that?” he asked, as he waved his penis back and forth so that everyone could get a good view.

The other three boys stood and there was a flurry of zippers being pulled. Eric couldn’t stop himself from looking. Sure enough, just as the brochure had said, as far as he could tell none of their cocks were over six inches in length. He was certainly bigger than these guys. Hell he was bigger than any three of them put together. “Ha, I told you,” said Charles, stroking his cock and looking at Bobby, “you’re the smallest.”

“Am not,” Bobby said in denial. Desperate to be not the shortest, he looked around and spotted Eric. “Come over here. Let’s see yours.”