Kevin dances

Kevin, the youngest and maybe the most outgoing, stood up before any of the others could. “I’ll do it!” He declared confidently.

The young man who had invited them to dance said something, and Dr. Smith translated again. “He says you need to take your clothes off.”

“What?” Kevin was shocked.

“Go on Kevin!” Stacy taunted him. “Yeah, let’s go!” the others chimed in.

“It’s a way of showing openness in their culture. Like, you have nothing to hide,” Dr. Smith explained.

Kevin gritted his teeth, “Do I have to?”

Dr. Smith seemed a bit disappointed. “Kevin, we are here to learn about their culture. I think you should join in. It’ll be a good experience. You can write about it for your report when we go back to the university.”

Kevin looked from Dr. Smith, to the other five students, to the earnest looking village boy in front him, then down to the boys well-endowed African cock. Kevin thought for another moment before proclaiming, “fuck it!” and ripping off his clothes.

Before long the college freshman was naked. His soft, white skin exposed to the cool, African night. The harsh light from the blazing fire lit up his body for all to the see.

Jennifer whistled at him. “Wow! So hot!” Stacy yelled playfully.

The village boy said something, and the naked Kevin looked nervously at Dr. Smith. “He wants to know why your penis is so small,” Dr. Smith explained without losing a beat.

The other five white students roared with laughter, and Kevin hunched over in shame. It was true, Kevin’s flaccid penis was nothing compared to the slab of meat the African boy in front of him was sporting.

“Tell him I don’t know,” Kevin angrily said to Dr. Smith.

Dr. Smith said something to the village boy, who in turn laughed. The African youth then beckoned for Kevin to follow him into the dance circle. Kevin tried to copy the boy’s steps and jumps, but he was distracted by his embarrassment. After the boy’s comment, he felt like everyone was looking at him, judging him. Although Kevin did his best to dance along, he couldn’t help focusing on the boy’s question. It raddled around his mind as he tried to move in time with the music. "Why is your penis so small?"

…

Later, all the boys with alone in their hut. A dim exposed light bulb was all the light they had. They were all in bed, chatting before going to sleep.

“You guys didn’t have to laugh so hard!” Kevin muttered.

“Yes we did,” Tony retorted. “That shit was fucking funny.”

“Your dick is just as small!” Kevin yelled back.

“These African guys are hung as fuck,” Brian agreed.

“Whatever. You sound like a faggot Brian,” Tony said mockingly.

“You’re so mature,” Brian shock back.

“Compared to them, we’ve all got small dicks,” Kyle said flatly.

The four boys were sightly for a moment.

Kyle broke the silence, “I think it was cool dancing with them.”

“Thanks,” Kevin sighed.

Dr. Smith suddenly poked his head into the hut. “Are you boys still awake?” No one got a chance to answer. “Great, I wanted to talk about today.” With that he entered their hut. Dr. Smith was wearing a white t-shirt and white boxers, obviously he was ready to sleep. His t-shirt was tight and showed off his muscles and well-built physique. His boxers on the other hand were lose, but the four boys could still clearly see Dr. Smith’s big black cock.

He walked into the hut and sat on the edge of Kevin’s bed. “I wanted to say I’m sorry Kevin. I didn’t know that local boy would say something like that. When I translated what he asked…” Dr. Smith paused and thought. “I shouldn't have translated that at all. I’m sorry.”

Kevin exhaled deeply. “It’s fine. It’s fine. Really. I’ll get over it.”

“You know, I chose this village for our trip because the locals have never really seen a white person before,” Dr. Smith confessed.

“Seriously?” Brian was incredulous.

“Seriously. You saw the drive getting here,” Dr. Smith explained. “It’s only natural for the locals to be curious about you. Curious about your culture. Your bodies.”

“I guess,” Kevin admitted, slumping down onto his pillow.

“I can’t believe how hung they all are,” Tony chimed in.

The other three boys groaned in frustration, but Dr. Smith wasn’t upset. “No, no. That’s good. We are here for research remember.” He looked at Tony. “I would say 90 to 100% of African men are like that… ‘hung’ as you said. For them, being ‘hung’ is normal.”

None of the four boys said anything. Dr. Smith took the cue to leave. “Anyway, I just wanted to compliment you on your bravery today, Kevin. Keep up the good work.”

A few minutes of silence passed after Dr. Smith left, which was broken when Tony said “even Dr. Smith is fucking hung.”

“Really?” said Kyle.

“Oh, like you didn’t notice,” Tony shot back.

“I’m turning off the light,” Brian said exasperated.