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“Oh, for shit’s sake. Are you worried you might not measure up or something? Remember, I’ve seen you in the shower,” I teased.

“Screw you, Dawson,” he said and gave my shoulder a shove.

My phone chirped to signal that I had a text message.

‘911 – Master Bedroom’

“Come on. Something’s going on,” I told Jim.

We ran upstairs and found Tracy talking to Ryan with all the other girls in the room. Crud!

“Thank God! They want to see my package,” Ryan complained to me.

“I’m sorry, man, this is all my fault. I told Tracy what you’re packing,” I admitted.

“What would you do?” he asked.

“He’d whip it out and show us,” Tracy said, helpfully.

Ryan looked at me, and I just shrugged. I’d taken my shirt off when requested. Was it too much of a leap to think I wouldn’t let them see Mr. Happy? Heck, he’d been exposed to all of Tami’s friends at Wesleyan when I did ‘naked dance party’ video chats.

“Dude, they won’t leave you alone until they all see it. I would just get it over with so you can enjoy the weekend,” I suggested.

Ryan closed his eyes and sighed. That was when the rest of the guys found us.

“What’s going on?” Zak asked.

Everyone looked at me.

“We’re using peer pressure to get Ryan to show us his equipment,” I said.

Zak just grinned and pulled his out. That caused everyone to take a step back. Zak was such a dumbass sometimes.

“You might wish you hadn’t done that,” I warned Zak.

That was when Ryan pulled his out. There was a collective gasp. It was only half-hard and made Zak seem like a little boy in comparison. Tracy had been confident that I was full of it. When she saw what he was packing, her eyes got big, and she stepped back.

“How big is it?” Tracy blurted.

“A little over twelve inches long and eight inches around,” Ryan said.

“May I?” Maria asked.

We all watched as she began to stroke him to full hardness. He was almost as big around as a baseball bat, which has a circumference of eight and three-quarters inches. We all watched as Maria worked to get the head into her mouth. Ryan leaned back against the wall and moaned. One glance at Jim told me we had a problem. If he felt inadequate before, he was totally screwed now.

I ushered everyone out of the room. Zak wanted to stay and watch, but I made him leave. Jim and Tracy stood with me by the door.

“Why don’t you two go to Prom together?” I suggested.

Jim and Tracy looked stunned by what they’d just seen.

“I think that would be a good idea,” Tracy said.

Jim smiled.

“I’m good with that,” he admitted.

Crisis averted.

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We all walked downstairs and enjoyed getting to know each other. The main topic was whether it was even possible to have sex with equipment that big; this came mainly from the girls. I had a good time as I tried to dance with them all.

That was when the music suddenly stopped and there came Johan’s angry voice.

“You take your hands off her, or we will have words outside.”

Before I even got to the other room, I’d guessed what the problem was. Zak!

Johan wasn’t about to kick Zak’s ass, being Mennonite. He meant what he said, he would have words with Zak. But I didn’t need Zak to know that. Cassidy had made a step to intervene, but when she saw me, she stepped back. Leah was glaring at Zak, so it was clear she hadn’t invited his advances. I grabbed his arm and took him downstairs.

“I was just talking to her,” Zak complained.

“Zak, you do realize who you’re talking to, right?” I asked.

He just shrugged.

“Let me explain something to you. Here in the Midwest, we don’t take kindly to other guys hitting on our girls. I’ve worked out with Johan. He could literally break you in half with his bare hands. As far as that goes, so could most of the other guys here,” I pointed out.

It wasn’t that Zak wasn’t in shape, but there was a difference between keeping fit and training for football.

“I could take him,” Zak boasted.

I shook my head.

“Dude, don’t even go there. You wouldn’t last two seconds if that boy decided to end your life.”

“I can’t believe none of those girls wants to spend time with me,” he admitted.

I looked at him seriously.

“First of all, those girls are my friends. Second, most of them are underage. You were aware of the rules when you came here. Do you need an ass-kicking?” I asked.

“I’m not scared of you,” Zak said.

The next thing he knew, he was lying on the floor squirming as I tested out one of my favorite pressure points. I finally let him up.

“You were saying?” I prompted.

“Jesus, Dawson. What kind of kung fu was that?”

“Zak, I like you a lot. We had fun in LA. At some point, though, if you don’t figure out that your actions have consequences, you’re going to get yourself hurt, and badly. You seriously need to find a girl and settle down,” I suggested.

“You first.”

“I’m a teenager. You’re eight years older than me,” I pointed out.

He just shrugged.

“I’m not saying that to be a jerk. I really do consider you a friend, and I worry about you. How many times have you had to go to the clinic this year?” I asked.

“Three,” he admitted.