Jeff decided to pretend like nothing was weird.
Mike, Andy, and Paul stripped down to their bathing suits. Mike broke the ice. "We're all boys, do we really need the bathing suits?" he asked.
Paul grinned. "Yeah, nothing we haven't seen before." He pulled off his speedo, leaving his little dick flopping around.
Mike followed suit. "Ok, don't be gay about it." He grinned and took his bathing suit off, letting his own penis flop around. He and Paul jumped into the pool, butt-naked.
Andy was VERY embarrassed. "Guys, I don't want to... Come on..."
"Don't be a faggot, Andy! We're guys, just doing guy things. No one's looking at your dick. Just take it off and jump in. And Jeff, what's up with you? You got a deformity or something?"
Jeff turned red, preparing for the big reveal.
"It's fine, you have a small dick, we won't tell anybody." Mike and Paul were swimming nude around the pool.
"My dicks aren't small," Jeff muttered quietly.
"Your WHAT? Did you say 'dicks'?"
"My dicks aren't small," Jeff repeated, more confidently this time. "Okay, don't be gay about it." He pulled off his speedo, exposing his bare butt and his three penises, and his big floppy scrotum stuffed with six big testicles. He jumped into the pool.
"Jeff, what the fuck?!" exclaimed Mike. "How many dicks do you have?"
"Just three," Jeff responded. "I wasn't looking, how many do you guys have?"
Andy: "Just one! How do you pee?"
Mike: "Just one! How do you jack off?"
Paul: "How the hell did you end up with three weiners?"
Mike: "Paul, what the fuck is wrong with you? Don't say 'weiners'. You're not five years old."
Paul: "I'm just saying, you know, boy parts..."
Mike: "Please stop saying 'boy parts' and 'weiners'. Jesus Christ, dude..."