Our team looked great that first day of rowing practice. All eight of these studly guys rowed in perfect harmony as I barked orders with my bullhorn in the coxswain's seat. We rowed for four hours, took a break for lunch to discuss strategies, and then hit the weight room in the afternoon for a couple hours.
In the weight room, we split up into groups to lift together. Even though I was the coxswain and didn't need to row, I still liked to work out and wanted to rotate in with the guys. But unfortunately, a couple of them were jerks about it and refused to let me join in. Damion from Ireland and Erick from Cote D'Ivoire were particularly mean to me and said that there was no reason for a coxswain to build muscle with the boys. Both of them were among the tallest rowers and also had sizable bulges in their trou.
Meanwhile, Diego from Spain and Juan from the U.S. also worked out together and didn't want to let me into their group; and Dario from Italy and Charles from Germany also paired up and ignored me. This left just Michael and Amri, from the U.S. and Turkey, who reluctantly allowed me to work out with them.
Michael turned out to be the nicest guy on the team, and I couldn't tell if it was because he was from the Midwest or the smallest lad on the crew. I could already tell from the lycra worn throughout the day that Michael was not well-endowed in the dick department. Compared to the sizable bulges revealed by the other guys, his looked fairly small. Even though he was still 6' and drop-dead gorgeous, he clearly wasn't packing heat like the other lads and likely had the smallest soft cock on the team.
Amri was a different story. At 6'2", he had dark, tanned skin and bulging muscles all over his body. From what I could tell, he was no slouch below the belt either, and the bulge in his trou appeared to be twice as big as Michael's.
As the three of us worked out together, we made an odd pairing. Amri was definitely the strongest and cockiest of the group. He stacked on extra weights whenever he was lifting and seemed to revel at the opportunity to show off his bulge and body. Even though Michael didn't have much bulge to show off, he still seemed confident in the weight room and lifted much more than me. He also seemed pleased that I was still wearing athletic shorts, since in his mind they were likely concealing my modest endowment.
Because there were three of us taking turns lifting weights, it took much longer for us to finish than the other groups. The other six guys all ended their sets at least 20 minutes before us and went to the locker room to shower off—making fun of us along the way.
"Too bad you have the scrawny coxswain with you!" Erick said.
"At least the runt won't be embarrassed showering with us!" Damion added, as he cupped his big Irish bulge. My roommate Charles just ignored this comment as all six teammates made their way to the locker room.
Because we were taking so much longer, Amri was clearly getting frustrated with me. He kept telling me to hurry as we were changing weights and wanted me to lift as much as Michael. When I struggled to keep going, Amri suggested that maybe I "shouldn't try to lift with the big boys." Michael seemed more patient as we finished up and made our way to the locker room.
Sadly, the rest of the team had already cleared out and headed back to their dorm rooms. But here was my first time to shower with my teammates, including Amri, the Turkish stud, who had just made fun of me, and Michael, the gorgeous guy from Illinois.
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As Amri started stripping off his clothes, he kept complaining about how long it took for us to do our sets. Michael was much quieter as he quickly took off his lycra and headed towards the showers. To Michael's disappointment, the shower room was even smaller than the one in our dorm, and had just four shower heads wrapped around a single pole.
Michael started showering as quickly as possible as Amri and I stripped off our clothes. Once the Turkish stud removed his lycra, he draped his towel around his shoulder to give me an unobstructed view of his uncut cock. And I must admit that I was impressed. Hanging down 5 inches and extending past his balls, Amri's dick appeared to be longer than Charles', my German stud roommate. But what made it truly impressive was the heft. As Amri walked to the showers and with his dick swinging between his legs, it was impossible not to be impressed by its incredible thickness.
When Amri left the dressing room, I hadn't yet stripped fully naked and waited a few seconds behind him. As I shucked off my shorts and grabbed my towel, I paused for a second at the entrance to the showers to admire the view. Michael and Amri were standing across from each other on opposite sides of the shower pole only six feet apart. But their bodies and penises could not have been more different.
With pale skin and sandy blond hair, Michael was skinny and toned like a model with very little body hair. Amri's skin was darkly tanned with a good amount of hair around his chest, pubes, and legs.
As I'd guessed from his lycra, Michael's circumcised penis was fairly small and maybe 2.5 inches while soft and shriveled against his balls. In contrast, Amri's uncut cock was twice as long and at least twice as thick.
