In the dimly lit room, a circle of chairs awaits the initiates of the Precum Party. One by one, they enter, eyes locked on their stiff cocks, already leaking copious amounts of precum. They take their seats, the air heavy with the scent of their arousal. As they begin to stroke, the sound of wet flesh on flesh fills the room. Some boys lean back, eyes closed, lost in their own world, while others watch their peers with hungry eyes. The first boy to reach his limit stands, walks to the center, and begins to piss, his stream arching through the air. One by one, the others follow suit, their tributes mingling in a glistening puddle on the floor.