I managed another shrug. “Hey,” Tyler said, coming up to the side of the pool beside me, “want me to help you with your swim stroke?”
I looked at him skeptically. “Stick to sports you’re good at, Brock. It was amazing what a little humiliation can do to an erection. He seemed straight as any boy that age, but he was far too cute to not dream about. Satisfied that I’d gotten soft enough, I sat up, thinking that the time for slinking away had come. Tyler pressed his erection against my butt cheek. “Dude,” he said, pressing my shoulder and squeezing my arm, “you have hard muscles. He had a muscular little butt. Would he tell everybody? I tried pulling him up and his face ran right into my crotch, pressed my erection, and popped it out of my Speedo again. I groaned quietly, thinking that once my dick shriveled completely, I’d slink away to my room and decide whether not committing suicide was even an option. I pinned Tyler’s dick up against his belly and rubbed
