It’s a thing here.”
I obeyed, turning my butt toward him and facing the wall like I’d been scolded in gym class. Xhamster I was eager to prove I wasn’t just some scrawny guy who got winded climbing stairs. Just a row of shower heads and a cloud of steam thick enough to choke on. Because I liked it. I could barely think, let alone respond. He could feel my hole clamp down and pulse from where his thumb was lodged, and instead of pulling away, he pressed in further, pulling out slightly only to push in again. I was putty in his hands. Never mind that I was built more like a stick figure than a Spartan. Not in fear—but in something way more confusing. Every movement sent electric jolts through me, lighting up parts of my body I didn’t even know existed. My older brother wrestled, and I observed him over the years as it cemented his confidence. Soap. When he was done soaping up, and I was still trying to act like my body hadn’t just betrayed every assumption I had about myself, we rinsed off side by side. Not just because of him—but because I realized I wasn’t sure what I was more nervous about: the exposure, or how much I didn’t want to look away. Open, exposed, no curtains, no privacy. Then his touch shifted—just a bit firmer, more deliberate. “You want me to get your back?”
I knew I could say no.
