The sound of the other guys’ laughter and chatter faded into the background, drowned out by the pounding of my heart and the rush of blood in my ears. It all started at the beginning of the school year. It all started at the beginning of the school year. Dear God, please don’t let me be gay, I thought, repeating it like a mantra. I was putty in his hands. His firm, round, and perfectly proportioned ass could have been a centerpiece at a museum of male anatomy. I turned off the water and toweled off like my life depended on it. Way lower. And apparently, it wasn’t subtle. My inferiority complex was on fire at the sight of it, like it had been designed to make me feel inadequate. Or maybe found one I hadn’t known was there. “What’s your name?” he asked, friendly enough to make me feel slightly less like an intruder. I picked the most inconspicuous spot I could find, hoping to disappear into the tile. It’s all leverage.”
“Right… I had crossed a line, one I hadn’t even known existed, and there was no going back.
