An Anal Anniversary

My towel barely clung to my hips, and I felt every inch of my awkwardness as I stood there, trying to blend into the background. Not in fear—but in something way more confusing. I melted, dropping my head as he massaged little knots and sore spots I didn’t even know I had. I was trapped in the prison of having an unwanted erection at the worst time. wrestling,” I said, still dazed, pretending to focus on his advice while my brain was stuck replaying the last five minutes like a glitchy highlight reel. But even as the chill hit, one thing was clear: nothing about being on this team was going to be simple. I could feel his eyes on me, burning a hole through my quivering body. When he found my most private entrance, he pushed in, and I saw stars. 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.