But even as the chill hit, one thing was clear: nothing about being on this team was going to be simple. “Sup, freshie?” he said, catching my gaze with a quick grin. XXX wrestling,” I said, still dazed, pretending to focus on his advice while my brain was stuck replaying the last five minutes like a glitchy highlight reel. And then there was his low hanging dick, bigger than any I had seen in person. My inferiority complex was on fire at the sight of it, like it had been designed to make me feel inadequate. His hands were broad, calloused from years of practice and lifting weights, but they moved with a surprising gentleness as he lathered me up. Just a row of shower heads and a cloud of steam thick enough to choke on. I continued soaping up my arm pits and chest and
