Never mind that I was built more like a stick figure than a Spartan. “Sure,” I muttered, trying not to squeak. XXX Hot Or maybe found one I hadn’t known was there. 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. My older brother wrestled, and I observed him over the years as it cemented his confidence. Not in fear—but in something way more confusing. I didn’t dare to turn around and look, and my erection problem had not gotten better. I was screaming internally. I was trying to keep cool, but inside, I was short-circuiting. When he was done soaping up, and I was still trying to act like my body hadn’t just betrayed every assumption I had about myself, we rinsed off side by side.
