You’re in high school, on the swim team, and gay with a small penis. At least you think it might be small, but you’ve never really seen someone else’s. A sometimes uncomfortable set of circumstances to say the least.

Swim practice just ended, everyone’s filing into the locker team. From your locker in the corner, you observe the circus of hot guys. There’s Tristan, the team captain, the most muscular, the tallest, the quickest in the water. He’s yelling at everyone, as per usual. His main target today is Keith, a bit of a shorter guy, a little overweight, darker skin, glasses, and one of the slower guys on the team. Rex is standing at another side of the locker room. He’s probably the nicest guy, the most attractive in terms of personality, his face is nearly perfect, no blemishes at all, he’s quick, probably in the top four. He always wraps his towel around his waist before taking his suit off and putting his underwear on, strange he doesn’t just turn toward the wall like everyone else. There’s Aaron, the second quickest, pretty pale, thin, and permanently bitter about always being just the slightest bit slower than Tristan. Caleb’s trying to get Tristan to lay off of Keith, Caleb’s not that fast either, also pretty short, not muscular but not really overweight, generally quiet. Finally, there’s Alex, bright blonde hair, the thinnest of everyone, a giant junior barely shorter than Tristan at six foot two, he’s at his locker putting this weird medicine he has on, he says he has some skin condition with the chlorine in the water.

You feel particularly confident today and, still wearing your swimsuit, you decide to try and hit on one of the guys. The only question is, who’ll it be?