Demonstration

"Well Nate," said Mr. Smith, "just go ahead, when you're ready. You can close your eyes and pretend we aren't here if you have to."

Nate started just generally fondling his genitals until he wrapped his hand around as he grew bigger. After about a minute he was rock hard. He would have gotten hard the moment he started stripping, but he had tried to refrain from thinking about this moment until it happened to savor it, and the small group of people made the situation surprisingly intimate, something he wasn't used to. He expected more of a fight from the other late teens/young adults. He didn't know why; he knew they don't really care. They were raised in the church, they never felt that pull towards religion. They had religion from the day they were born, and a prude one at that. He could see in their minds that they were almost relived at the sight of something so blatantly sexual, even the guys.

"*Ahem*" Mr. smith said. he wanted to break the silence as they all watched Nate masturbate. "Nate, is this how you normally get rid of these urges."

"Well, yeah."

"Would you like to specify anything about how you go about doing... this?"

"I mean, I kinda like to focus on the head to start, but then start stroking the whole thing once I get really hard."

"Okay, that's enough."

"Oh."

Once the novelty of watching someone pump his hand up an down quickly faded, everybody noticed one of the Wilson sisters raising her hand.

"Yes?" Ashley replied.

"Um, I was wondering, will one of the girls be made to do this too?"

Leave it to one of the Wilson sisters to ask such a naive question. By asking, she was putting the thought in the group leader's heads, assuming they weren't thinking of it already (which they weren't, because Nate didn't tell them to). But she was also curious, and to be fair the situation was unusual.