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I continued soaping up my arm pits and chest and willing my boner to disappear. It’s a thing here.”

I obeyed, turning my butt toward him and facing the wall like I’d been scolded in gym class. I turned my water to cold, hoping to shock myself back to some version of normal. I was trapped in the prison of having an unwanted erection at the worst time. 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. My eyes darted back to my chest, but the damage was done. I picked the most inconspicuous spot I could find, hoping to disappear into the tile. 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.