The boat ride over, and...

As we sped across the water, I could still barely process what had happened. I had been stripped of everything. I sat next to my Uncle John, the both of us naked as the day we were born. What I didn't understand was why my body was responding in the way it was. Every now and again, my hardened penis would start to deflate, but upon realizing that, I would remember my naked predicament, and it would spring back up to full attention, much to my dissmay.

Discretely glancing down to my left towards my Uncle John's croch, I wondered why he was able to stay soft while I wasn't. Burried in pubic hair, his 3 inch penis rested atop a large pair of testicles, slightly squished between his muscular thighs as he sat in the driver seat. Meanwhile, my shaved 7 inch hard penis stood pointing straight up at a curve, my somewhat average-sized balls hanging beneath it.

Looking up, my face burned red as I realized my uncle had been staring directly at me as I was looking at his package. He burst out laughing, before wrapping a muscular arm around my shoulders.

"So Mark, checking out how you measure up?" He chuckled with a grin. "S-sorry, I was just-" I stammered, but he cut me off. "No worries Mark, all guys gotta check eachother out and see who's the bigger man. And you got nothin to fear, because god damn you are hung as hell. Must get it from your father's side because I certainly can't measure up to you!" He burst out laughing at this. I awkwardly chuckled, not sure what to say. "Especially with that hard on you got there! No way I'm even close to your size when you're standing to attention like that!" He laughed, reaching down and lightly slapping my dick with the hand that had previously been wrapped around my shoulders. I intook a sharp breath as my dick wagged back and forth, throbbing from the contact.

"But whatever, size doesn't matter. And no worries about yer boner, it'll go down eventually. In fact..."