Until his hands went lower. Way lower. I heard one of the guys from down the row yell, “Hey, save some romance for the honeymoon!”
Laughter broke out, and I wanted to melt into the tile. I was trapped in the prison of having an unwanted erection at the worst time. I had never felt anything like that. I gasped—loudly. But I didn’t. My body was literally buzzing, my ears ringing, every nerve on fire, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. He’d seen me looking. I learned a new sense of pleasure. When he finally removed his thumb, I felt empty, bereft, like a part of me had been ripped away. He didn’t miss it. His hands were everywhere, exploring, asserting dominance over my body in a way that should have terrified me but instead left me craving more. Not in fear—but in something way more confusing. My cock twitched uncontrollably, still leaking pre-cum, as his thumb continued to work me open. My problem stood before me, attached to my body, pointing straight ahead like it had a mind of its own. His thumb pressed deeper, coaxing shivers from me as I tried to stifle the moans threatening to escape. The biggest senior on the team—Jake, the one guy everybody seemed to know—stepped up right next to me.
