He glanced down at himself with a firm grip on the crotch of his sweatpants. “Why are you so afraid?” I murmured. “I don’t… Want to…” He muttered. I had my hand on his broad shoulders, rubbing the smooth fabric of his shirt, back and forth. His head lowered and he sighed. He knew he was going to lose this battle. “I’m here… If you have an accident I won’t be upset. I won’t be mad. I won’t be disgusted. I won’t be embarrassed you’re near me.” I kept my voice low and soothing as I continued to rub his back. He shuddered and I heard a familiar hiss. “Hm?” I murmured. I looked down to see a dark patch spreading quickly with a low pattering of droplets falling to the sidewalk. “Ggh… Nn…” He groaned quietly, looking away and covering his blushing face with his hands. The patch paused in growth but quickly resumed. I couldn’t help but giggle quietly to myself. “Wow… It really couldn’t wait…” He looked away. “Please don’t look at me…” “Shhh… I told you. I’m here. It’s ok.” I wrapped my arm that was on his shoulder around his torso tightly for a hug. He was warm and clammy, it was as if I could feel his nervousness in his blood. I waited for the warmth to stop spreading across his pants. I stepped back as it finally tapered off with a puddle at his feet. He let go of his face and stared at the ground with shaky breath. “See? It’s ok. It’s ok,” I reassured. He nervously glanced at me and then away again. I gave him another hug and seemed to debate squirming away but then slowly and shakily put his hands on my back as well and I felt his heart and breathing slow.
