That was just… nerves. I was trapped in the prison of having an unwanted erection at the worst time. I could barely think, let alone respond. My face went hot. He walked away, towel slung low, big frame relaxed like none of this was out of the ordinary. I was red, hot and throbbing down there, and a big, jock senior was soaping up my ass. But my body wasn’t exactly listening. His shoulders were broad, his chest defined, and his abs looked like they’d been chiseled by Michelangelo himself. My cock twitched uncontrollably, still leaking pre-cum, as his thumb continued to work me open. But deep down, I knew I’d crossed a line. My problem stood before me, attached to my body, pointing straight ahead like it had a mind of its own. My face went hot. The biggest senior on the team—Jake, the one guy everybody seemed to know—stepped up right next to me. 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. Until his hands went lower. He put both hands on my ass and massaged in circles with his thumbs. “Ignore them,” Jake said, still scrubbing.
