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. I gasped—loudly. Eporner I learned a new sense of pleasure. “Sure,” I muttered, trying not to squeak. “You want me to get your back?”
I knew I could say no. My inferiority complex was on fire at the sight of it, like it had been designed to make me feel inadequate. I was eager to prove I wasn’t just some scrawny guy who got winded climbing stairs. The coach had taken one look at me during tryouts and muttered something about “potential,” which I’m pretty now was just code for “we need warm bodies.”
The first practice was a wake-up call. I wanted to hate it, to push him away, but instead, I leaned into it, giving myself over to the pleasure he was apparently so adept at giving.
