Pressure. When he finally removed his thumb, I felt empty, bereft, like a part of me had been ripped away. I didn’t dare to turn around and look, and my erection problem had not gotten better. I was trapped in the prison of having an unwanted erection at the worst time. I didn’t dare to turn around and look, and my erection problem had not gotten better. It was like some weird combination of panic, pleasure, and complete system override. I turned red as my cock spurted squirt after squirt onto the tiled wall in front of me, and his thumb repeatedly pressed inside my body, gently getting slower as my pulses faded. His hands were everywhere, exploring, asserting dominance over my body in a way that should have terrified me but instead left me craving more. He gave a nod, turned off his water, and grabbed his towel.
