Erying, the dominant force, gathers four eager boys, pressing them together in a tight, trembling huddle. The youngest, barely legal, looks up at Erying with wide, nervous eyes. "I've never...," he starts, but Erying silences him with a hushed, "You will." The boys exchange tentative glances, their hands brushing against each other's thighs, feeling the hardening evidence of their growing excitement. Erying watches, his own bulge straining against his jeans, as the boys begin to explore each other's bodies, their inexperienced touches becoming more confident, more hungry.