Drop the hands

“Drop your hands,” Tyler said.

Arnold gasped at Tyler’s request. “M-my hands. B-but…”

“It’s just us guys,” Tyler said.

“A-and no one has any cameras?” Arnold said.

Tyler grinned. “Of course not. You don’t have to worry about cameras. Just show us what you’re made of.”

Arnold squirmed but reluctantly lowered his hands exposing his shriveled little penis. The guys chuckled at the pathetic sight. Tyler pulled out a metal ruler and put it against Arnold’s penis. The touch was cold as Tyler measured. “Half-inch,” Tyler laughed.

Arnold hoped that would be it but then he felt Tyler’s finger gently graze the tip of his penis. Arnold’s eyes widened as his penis hardened at the touch extending barely outwards. “The little grower is 2 1/2 inches,” Tyler said.

“O-okay,” Arnold said. “Now you have what you want. Please… my clothes…”

“Your clothes, right. You want them?” Tyler said.

“Yes please,” Arnold said.