Kyle tries to dance

“Kyle!” Stacy exclaimed. With that she, Kevin, and Tony began chanting, “Kyle! Kyle! Kyle!”

The naked young African in front of them looked confused. He looked at Dr. Smith and said something. Dr. Smith translated, “he wants to know which one of you is Kyle.”

The meek and nervous Kyle slowly stood up. “Do I have to Dr. Smith?”

“I think you should! It’ll be fun.”

The naked boy said something else to Dr. Smith.

“He says you need to be naked. Like him and the other dancers.”

Kyle shrunk away from the local boy. “What? Why?”

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

Kyle was unconvinced, so Dr. Smith continued. “We are here to learn about their culture. I think you should join in. It’ll be a good experience. You can write about for your report when we go back to the university.”

The others started to chant again, “Kyle! Kyle! Kyle!”

A surge of emotions bubbled up in Kyle. He looked the young African man up and down, lingering on his long, black dick. Kyle took a deep breath and turned around. He walked away from the fire and the dancing, huffing and puffing.

“Oh, come on!” Tony yelled after him.

“Can you not? Please?” Brian angrily looked at Tony.

“Just shut up Tony,” Jennifer chided him as well.

While they started the argue amongst themselves, Dr. Smith stood up and went after Kyle. He followed Kyle behind one of the near by huts. The poor boy seemed to be having a panic attack.

“What’s wrong?” Dr. Smith asked.

“Nothing.”

“Obviously something is wrong. Tell me. Let’s work through this. Learn from it,” Dr. Smith pushed Kyle.

Kyle looked around. He was embarrassed to speak.

Dr. Smith gave him a quizzical look, “What?”

“They are all so hung.”

“What?” Dr. Smith repeated.

“The men in this village are all hung. Like, they all have huge dicks.”

“Kyle, all African men are like that. And SO WHAT if they all have huge cocks?”

Kyle bounced up and down, his words fighting to escape. “I don’t! I don’t have a huge cock. I know I’m not hung like the guys in this village. Ok?!”

Kyle glared at Dr. Smith. A mix of emotions swirling around his face. Then Kyle remembered who he was talking to. “Oh my god! Dr. Smith, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-“

“It’s fine Kyle. We’ve had a long day. You’re in a new country, with a different culture.” Kyle took a few deep breath and regained his composer. “It’s natural to be curious and notice things. African men have big cocks. That’s fine. Now that you’ve noticed, maybe you can write about it in your research journal.”

“I think we’ve all noticed,” Kyle mumbled.

“What do you mean?”

“The others. We’ve all noticed. It’s hard not to notice. Tony won’t stop making jokes about it.”

“You can ignore Tony. I suspect his research paper is going to get an F,” Dr. Smith joked.

Kyle smiled and visibly relaxed, then visibly tensed up again.

“But why? Why are they all so hung? Why can’t they just cover up their dicks?”

“Does it make you uncomfortable Kyle? It’s just their culture after all.”

…

Later on, all the boys were 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.

“What did you and Dr. Smith talk about?” Brian asked Kyle.

“Nothing really. He said all African men are hung, and I need to relax because walking around nude is their culture.”

Kevin was confused, “wait a second. Dr. Smith said what?”

“He said a few things,” Kyle said exasperated.

“No. I mean about all Africans being hung.”

“Yeah. He said it’s natural. All African men are like that apparently. They all have big black cocks!” Kyle added emphasis to the last part, not really wanting to talk about it.

“Well yeah, haven’t you noticed?” Brian added.

“GAY!” Tony joked.

Brian retorted, “Shut up! We’ve all obviously noticed how big their dicks are.”

“Kinda hard not to notice,” Kevin confessed.

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 tomorrow.” 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, and the four boys could clearly see the outline of Dr. Smith’s own big black cock.

Standing at the entrance to the hut, striking an authoritative pose with his hands on his hips, Dr. Smith instructed the boys, “tomorrow, I want to see all of you making an effort to interact with the locals. ‘When in Rome’ and all that. Ok? You need to collect data for your reports. They’re due at the end of the trip.”

The four boys all flatly muttered, “yes Dr. Smith.”

“Great! Now get some rest.”

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 sarcastically. "I didn't notice!"

“Oh, whatever. Someone had to say it,” Tony shot back.

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