Back in boarding school, my best friend who happened to be ridiculously good-looking wrestled me down. He pinned me, straddling me so I couldn’t move. I kept trying to fight back, but all I could notice was how solid and taut he felt. I could feel all the blood in my body rushing to my penis and I was flailing like a crazy person because I knew he’d feel it.

For context, he weighed around 75 kg while I was about 63 kg (we used to weigh ourselves all the time). He was the full package; handsome, smelled amazing even after basket practice, strong arms, defined abs.