2025-10-01, 04:55 PM
The back-to-school ads had started, a subtle, unwelcome reminder that the long, lazy days of summer were over. The air held a particular stillness, a kind of quiet before a storm, even on a day as bright as this one. The sun, already dipping, cast long shadows across the cracked cement of the court, worn smooth by countless games. The large fenced yard connected to a local school that included basketball courts and a painted baseball infield with bases. My school, a private catholic one, was a few blocks away, but this school’s playground right behind the building, was a popular spot for pick-up stickball games and other athletic activities.
It was about 10 to 12 blocks from my house - just a short bike ride. I was running late and rode past the entrance, where the familiar sounds of action—the thwack of a stick hitting a rubber ball, the ping of dribbled basketballs and squeaking sneakers—filled the air.
I first spotted Jude, my friend from across the street, already in the thick of it, bat poised. Then I saw Ant, his lanky frame hunched over, waiting for a pitch, and Rob, cheering from the sidelines. Pitching was Ant's older brother, Ray, a taller figure who had just finished 8th grade, one year ahead of Ant, Jude, and myself.
The rest of the players were a mix of faces - some I recognized, others I didn't. They probably attended the public school or were friends who lived on Ant and Ray’s block which was right by this school.
"Hey, Devon! You're late!" Jude called out, grinning.
I waved. "Just got here. Next game?"
"Yeah," Jude replied, his smile still wide, "and don’t forget to call me later about fishing tomorrow. We need to get some bait."
Ant nodded, stepping up to the plate. "Yeah, this one's almost over. We'll get you in."
I set my bike down, the casual mention of a plan for tomorrow making the moment feel perfectly normal and safe. I watched the game unfold. My eyes drifted to Ant's bike, propped against a fence nearby. It was a sleek, new, true top-of-the-line mountain bike. I had a nice bike too, smooth riding, five gears with a long, comfortable banana seat and metal basket in front - but Ant’s bike made mine seem really ordinary. A sudden impulse struck me.
"Hey, Ant," I called out, "can I take your bike for a spin while I wait?"
Ant glanced over, then shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Just don't scratch it."
"Awesome!" I grabbed the bike, a thrill running through me. I swung my leg over, the effortless glide of its smooth gears a stark contrast to the solid, but less responsive, feel of my own bike. I pedaled off for the next 15 to 20 minutes, circling the perimeter of the school building, enjoying the feel of the wind in my hair, the easy glide of the wheels.
As I was starting a new lap, I noticed the game had ended. Everyone seemed to be standing in the middle of the field, but their postures were different, a strange energy in the air. I pedaled back, with a sense that something was off. As I approached, I saw them talking and exchanging quick glances and widening grins. A silent understanding seemed to pass between them.
Ant spotted me and, with a casual wave, quietly called out, "Hey, Devon, time to give the bike back."
I parked the bike by the fence, and walked towards them on the field. Something felt different, the normal talk when new sides were being chosen was missing. There was a different air around the group. I couldn't read their faces but I saw a mix of suppressed grins and tense anticipation.
I took a step closer, about to ask if they were choosing sides for a new game when Jude suddenly stuck out his leg, tripping me and sending me stumbling to the ground with a thud on the rough cement. I scrambled to my feet,"Hey! What was that for?!" I protested, trying to back away.
Jude ignored my question, focusing on Ray’s actions and said "Alright, Devon, now be a good boy and just be cooperative," Although it was ‘advice’ for me, it wasn’t directed at me. He said it generally, for all to hear with a voice full of anticipatory excitement. "We're going to do this anyway so just make it easier on everyone."
Jude acted quickly and he swung his leg again , sweeping my feet out from under me, taking me to the ground again - but what was different this time is that he held me in place on the ground. I couldn't get up. He was on top of me, a knee on my upper torso and arm and both his hands firmly holding me to the ground. Jude's right knee pressed down, effectively immobilizing me.
Immediately, Rob and some other kid moved in, one grabbing my legs the other my free arm, helping to secure me firmly. I struggled, but their combined weight and strength was too much. I looked up, my eyes wide with confusion and a growing sense of dread as Ray now stood directly over me.
"He's not even fighting hard. He knows it's no use," one of the boys holding me down said, almost to himself.
The commotion had drawn attention. Heads snapped around across the schoolyard – younger kids abandoning swings, older teens straightening up from basketball hoops. A ripple of curiosity turned into a surge as twenty, thirty faces, maybe even more, a mix of varied shapes, sizes, and ages, pushed to form a tight, loose semicircle around the scene. Shoulders jostled for a clear line of sight, and eager murmurs and gasps rippled through the visibly excited audience. "Man, this is better than the baseball game!" someone called out, the excitement rippling through the small group.
The boys holding me down exchanged eager, knowing glances. "Yeah, Ray, let's go!" someone urged, the excitement rippling through the small group.
Ray, utterly unperturbed by the tension or my struggle, simply met their eager gaze. "Alright, alright," he drawled, his voice flat, "just hold your horses. I got to take my pants down first."
Through the dull crowd noise, I heard the distinct jingle of his belt buckle, followed by the soft rasp of his zipper. My mind still didn’t grasp the true nature of what was unfolding but a sense of dread began to coil in my stomach. I'd heard about mooning – where someone would quickly flash their bare backside for someone else to see – and a desperate hope flickered that this was all it would be. But the way Ray was taking his time, the hushed, eager energy radiating from the other boys... I instinctively closed my eyes, hoping that if it was just a butt flash, I wouldn't have to see it.
My eyes darted around as I was held tight, not able to move. Ray stood above me and positioned directly over my head. With a deliberate motion, he lowered his pants and underwear and squatted down at the same time, his hand reaching to the floor with fingers splayed for balance as he held the precarious pose. There was a silent tense nanosecond as he repositioned himself then I felt a sudden, horrifying pressure against my face. It was Ray's bare butt, pressed firmly against me.
It landed squarely on my forehead, eyes, and nose. A sudden, blunt weight compressed my features, Ray's bare bottom flattening my nose against my cheek, and a suffocating force across my forehead. My breath hitched, shallow against the unexpected barrier. I registered the faint, almost clammy texture of his skin – a smooth, slightly yielding surface that felt oddly alive and too warm, like a hot, thick blanket pressing down, against my nose and the curve of my forehead.
There also was an invasive warmth that bloomed instantly where my skin met Ray’s, a damp, living heat that spread across my nose and cheek leaving a faint, almost imperceptible musk, a cloying, intimate scent that seemed to cling to my very breath. A wave of shock and disgust washed over me, my mind reeling. My eyes, already shut, my head instinctively trying to pull back, even as the pressure held me fast, trying to block out the sensation, the humiliation. My ears filled with the wild cacophonous laughter and cheering.
And then, a new, horrifying realization hit me. Beneath all the shame and disgust, I felt an erection, a total betrayal from my own body in the middle of this nightmare. A scream echoed in my mind, adding a layer of profound self-loathing to an already unbearable situation. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, wishing I could vanish entirely.
Ray got up and off me as quickly as he had squatted. Jude and the others released their grip, and my hands, now free, instinctively dropped to my crotch, a frantic, desperate attempt to press down, to hide the undeniable, humiliating evidence of my body's unwanted response, to make the unwanted hardness disappear.
After a moment, Ray pulled away, zipping up his own pants with a casual shrug. "You're lucky,” he said to me but addressed to the lingering crowd, “we could have peed on you."
“We told you to cooperate. It wasn't so bad, was it?" one of the other boys said with a smirk.
The wild laughter and cheering that had filled my ears a moment before didn't just stop; it fractured into a strange, unsettling silence. It was a silence filled with hushed whispers and quick, uncomfortable glances. The roar of the crowd was replaced by the low murmur of people trying to process what they had just seen, a sound almost more humiliating than the initial outburst. My ears, which had been deafened by the noise, were now hyper-aware of this new, quiet mockery. The crowd then began to thin, their collective excitement deflating. A few lingered for a few moments more before reluctantly melting back into their scattered activities, leaving a strange quiet in their waker
I remained on the ground for a few moments, stunned, perhaps curling into myself, trying to process what just happened. The laughter of the boys, especially Ray's parting comment, echoed in my ears. I felt a marked sensation on my face where Ray's butt had been, even if there was no visible residue.
I was more dazed than anything else but a desperate surge of anger finally broke through. I scrambled to my feet, my movements stiff with embarrassment, and lunged at Ant. Ant, caught off guard, stumbled backward. But before I could do anything else, Ray was there, stepping calmly between us. "No, no, that's my brother," Ray said, his voice low and even, his presence radiating an unyielding authority.
Seeing the futility in retaliating against Ant with Ray now a barrier, I stopped, unclenching my fists. Any sense of fight drained from me. The immediate tension slowly dissipated, and the remaining onlookers, after a few lingering glances, all left, leaving me feeling utterly exposed and alone. Jude was smiling and talking to the other participants, totally ignoring me, and didn't even see my attempt to fight Ant.
While I was still reeling, Michael, an acquaintance I knew from the neighborhood, approached with his younger brother, Brian, who was always close by his side. Michael's jeans were faded and a little too short, and Brian's sneakers looked well-worn, almost hand-me-downs. Both had been part of the crowd watching. Brian was smiling broadly, a wide, gleeful grin..
"Man, that was really funny." Michael said, a wide grin on his face. "He should have kept sitting on you like that."
Just then, another boy, whom I didn't recognize, walked by with a friend. He had a wide smile on his face, clearly having witnessed the spectacle. Without breaking stride, he glanced at me, then nudged his friend with his elbow, and laughed, "I hope he's a good wiper," his eyes still bright with amusement as they moved on, leaving the words hanging in the air.
I felt a fresh wave of humiliation washing over me at their words. Although they were just expressing general feelings in a joking way, with no purposeful malice, the casual cruelty of the comments, delivered with such amusement, stung as much as the physical act itself. They remained with me, ingrained in my mind.
I couldn't stand there another second, exposed and ridiculed. I just needed to disappear. Without anyone even paying attention to me anymore, I grabbed my bike and rode away as fast as I could, not towards home immediately, but just away from the playground, from the scene, from the eyes that had watched. I pedaled aimlessly, finding myself on unfamiliar streets, or circling a quieter, more secluded area, wondering why my friends had done this to me.
The joy of riding Ant's bike, and the simple pleasure of a pick-up game, were completely replaced by the violation I had just experienced. The wind in my face, usually a source of freedom, now felt like a futile attempt to outrun the burning shame. My breathing was heavy, not just from the physical exertion, but from choked-back sobs or surges of impotent rage.
The thought of facing my parents filled me with dread. I tried to compose myself, wiping my face, adjusting my clothes, and attempting to appear normal. I took a roundabout way home, avoiding any familiar paths where I might encounter anyone else from the playground.
Eventually, I got home and made a beeline for my room. I wanted to be alone, to hide. There, I collapsed, pulling my knees to my chest and burying my face in my arms. I didn’t even run to wash my face - which in retrospect would have probably been the first thing to do. Instead, I let the full weight of the incident crash down on me. I racked my brain, trying to make sense of it, but there was no sense to be made. Why me and why that? Was it something I did? Was it because I was late? Why did my friend go along with it - or worse, orchestrate it? Why didn’t I fight back more aggressively? Why did I get hard?!?
There were a lot of questions but no answers. It just happened and there was no going back. Something I’d have to just learn to process and accept. I mostly looked past the actual act. Maybe I should have been more grossed out by it but I was more focused on the why, the betrayal and the fact that it was so public. Being utterly degraded in front of a crowd by people I trusted and the exclamation point of the passing comments was unbearable.
The erection was the biggest mystery. The incident happened at a time when I was just discovering my penis had a function other than urination. I was sexually naive and that made processing the erection even harder. I had gotten involuntary erections before. Many times in school and I never thought anything of it - other than to try and cover it up until it subsided. But why did it happen then, at a point of a humiliating violation?
Did my body betray me as well? Was this an expression of my budding sexuality? Then, with a fresh wave of panic, I wondered, did anyone else see it? Ray, Jude, the boys holding me down, or even Michael and his brother in the crowd. The thought that this ultimate, secret humiliation might also be public knowledge was almost worse than the act itself.
As these thoughts passed through my mind, I could still feel a wetness on my face where Ray’s butt had touched. It wasn’t really wet, but that’s how it felt. I stepped to the bathroom and tried to wash that feeling off my face - but it seemed to linger even after soap and water. I then took a long, hot shower, scrubbing at my face and body as if trying to wash away not just the physical sensation but the memory and the feeling of contamination. Washing my penis made me reflect again on the unwanted erection, a phantom limb of shame. I scrubbed harder, desperate to cleanse myself of its presence.
I was despondent for the rest of the day. I didn't have an appetite for dinner, picking at my food quietly if forced to sit at the table, offering only monosyllabic answers if questioned. My mom asked me if everything was OK and I said “yeah, just tired.”
Sleep was elusive. The incident replayed in my mind, vivid and horrifying, possibly leading to nightmares if I did drift off. The sense of violation and the burning shame lingered, now compounded by the bewildering and humiliating memory of my body's betrayal, and the gnawing fear that others might have witnessed it, making the night feel long and suffocating. I was left with a profound sense of isolation, the world feeling suddenly less safe, and the painful realization that people I considered friends could inflict such deep wounds.
The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed, my mind still with a clouded buzz of the previous day's horror. I ate breakfast in silence, avoiding my parents' eyes. I had planned to go fishing with Jude and wasn't sure if it was still on or if I even wanted to go after the incident. I stepped outside and saw Jude across the street, waiting by the front of his house.
"Hey, Devon!" Jude called out, pushing off the fence and walking towards me.
I managed a small, almost imperceptible nod, coming out to step beside Jude.
"What’s up," I muttered, keeping my eyes fixed on the pavement ahead, hoping Jude wouldn't bring it up - but he immediately did.
"That was funny, yesterday," Jude said, a casual grin on his face, as if expecting me to agree.
"I closed my eyes," I said, my voice barely a whisper, "I didn't see anything."
"You weren't supposed to see anything,” he said in an almost informative way, “it’s about taking his butt and putting it on your face and eugh, bleugh....”
I had no reply and remained silent, but the irony was not lost on me - to see how jude saw the action as repulsive yet he was a primary participant in inflicting it on me.
"Are you ready to go fishing?" Jude asked, as if to turn the page back to normalcy.
*****
It was about 10 to 12 blocks from my house - just a short bike ride. I was running late and rode past the entrance, where the familiar sounds of action—the thwack of a stick hitting a rubber ball, the ping of dribbled basketballs and squeaking sneakers—filled the air.
I first spotted Jude, my friend from across the street, already in the thick of it, bat poised. Then I saw Ant, his lanky frame hunched over, waiting for a pitch, and Rob, cheering from the sidelines. Pitching was Ant's older brother, Ray, a taller figure who had just finished 8th grade, one year ahead of Ant, Jude, and myself.
The rest of the players were a mix of faces - some I recognized, others I didn't. They probably attended the public school or were friends who lived on Ant and Ray’s block which was right by this school.
"Hey, Devon! You're late!" Jude called out, grinning.
I waved. "Just got here. Next game?"
"Yeah," Jude replied, his smile still wide, "and don’t forget to call me later about fishing tomorrow. We need to get some bait."
Ant nodded, stepping up to the plate. "Yeah, this one's almost over. We'll get you in."
I set my bike down, the casual mention of a plan for tomorrow making the moment feel perfectly normal and safe. I watched the game unfold. My eyes drifted to Ant's bike, propped against a fence nearby. It was a sleek, new, true top-of-the-line mountain bike. I had a nice bike too, smooth riding, five gears with a long, comfortable banana seat and metal basket in front - but Ant’s bike made mine seem really ordinary. A sudden impulse struck me.
"Hey, Ant," I called out, "can I take your bike for a spin while I wait?"
Ant glanced over, then shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Just don't scratch it."
"Awesome!" I grabbed the bike, a thrill running through me. I swung my leg over, the effortless glide of its smooth gears a stark contrast to the solid, but less responsive, feel of my own bike. I pedaled off for the next 15 to 20 minutes, circling the perimeter of the school building, enjoying the feel of the wind in my hair, the easy glide of the wheels.
As I was starting a new lap, I noticed the game had ended. Everyone seemed to be standing in the middle of the field, but their postures were different, a strange energy in the air. I pedaled back, with a sense that something was off. As I approached, I saw them talking and exchanging quick glances and widening grins. A silent understanding seemed to pass between them.
Ant spotted me and, with a casual wave, quietly called out, "Hey, Devon, time to give the bike back."
I parked the bike by the fence, and walked towards them on the field. Something felt different, the normal talk when new sides were being chosen was missing. There was a different air around the group. I couldn't read their faces but I saw a mix of suppressed grins and tense anticipation.
I took a step closer, about to ask if they were choosing sides for a new game when Jude suddenly stuck out his leg, tripping me and sending me stumbling to the ground with a thud on the rough cement. I scrambled to my feet,"Hey! What was that for?!" I protested, trying to back away.
Jude ignored my question, focusing on Ray’s actions and said "Alright, Devon, now be a good boy and just be cooperative," Although it was ‘advice’ for me, it wasn’t directed at me. He said it generally, for all to hear with a voice full of anticipatory excitement. "We're going to do this anyway so just make it easier on everyone."
Jude acted quickly and he swung his leg again , sweeping my feet out from under me, taking me to the ground again - but what was different this time is that he held me in place on the ground. I couldn't get up. He was on top of me, a knee on my upper torso and arm and both his hands firmly holding me to the ground. Jude's right knee pressed down, effectively immobilizing me.
Immediately, Rob and some other kid moved in, one grabbing my legs the other my free arm, helping to secure me firmly. I struggled, but their combined weight and strength was too much. I looked up, my eyes wide with confusion and a growing sense of dread as Ray now stood directly over me.
"He's not even fighting hard. He knows it's no use," one of the boys holding me down said, almost to himself.
The commotion had drawn attention. Heads snapped around across the schoolyard – younger kids abandoning swings, older teens straightening up from basketball hoops. A ripple of curiosity turned into a surge as twenty, thirty faces, maybe even more, a mix of varied shapes, sizes, and ages, pushed to form a tight, loose semicircle around the scene. Shoulders jostled for a clear line of sight, and eager murmurs and gasps rippled through the visibly excited audience. "Man, this is better than the baseball game!" someone called out, the excitement rippling through the small group.
The boys holding me down exchanged eager, knowing glances. "Yeah, Ray, let's go!" someone urged, the excitement rippling through the small group.
Ray, utterly unperturbed by the tension or my struggle, simply met their eager gaze. "Alright, alright," he drawled, his voice flat, "just hold your horses. I got to take my pants down first."
Through the dull crowd noise, I heard the distinct jingle of his belt buckle, followed by the soft rasp of his zipper. My mind still didn’t grasp the true nature of what was unfolding but a sense of dread began to coil in my stomach. I'd heard about mooning – where someone would quickly flash their bare backside for someone else to see – and a desperate hope flickered that this was all it would be. But the way Ray was taking his time, the hushed, eager energy radiating from the other boys... I instinctively closed my eyes, hoping that if it was just a butt flash, I wouldn't have to see it.
My eyes darted around as I was held tight, not able to move. Ray stood above me and positioned directly over my head. With a deliberate motion, he lowered his pants and underwear and squatted down at the same time, his hand reaching to the floor with fingers splayed for balance as he held the precarious pose. There was a silent tense nanosecond as he repositioned himself then I felt a sudden, horrifying pressure against my face. It was Ray's bare butt, pressed firmly against me.
It landed squarely on my forehead, eyes, and nose. A sudden, blunt weight compressed my features, Ray's bare bottom flattening my nose against my cheek, and a suffocating force across my forehead. My breath hitched, shallow against the unexpected barrier. I registered the faint, almost clammy texture of his skin – a smooth, slightly yielding surface that felt oddly alive and too warm, like a hot, thick blanket pressing down, against my nose and the curve of my forehead.
There also was an invasive warmth that bloomed instantly where my skin met Ray’s, a damp, living heat that spread across my nose and cheek leaving a faint, almost imperceptible musk, a cloying, intimate scent that seemed to cling to my very breath. A wave of shock and disgust washed over me, my mind reeling. My eyes, already shut, my head instinctively trying to pull back, even as the pressure held me fast, trying to block out the sensation, the humiliation. My ears filled with the wild cacophonous laughter and cheering.
And then, a new, horrifying realization hit me. Beneath all the shame and disgust, I felt an erection, a total betrayal from my own body in the middle of this nightmare. A scream echoed in my mind, adding a layer of profound self-loathing to an already unbearable situation. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, wishing I could vanish entirely.
Ray got up and off me as quickly as he had squatted. Jude and the others released their grip, and my hands, now free, instinctively dropped to my crotch, a frantic, desperate attempt to press down, to hide the undeniable, humiliating evidence of my body's unwanted response, to make the unwanted hardness disappear.
After a moment, Ray pulled away, zipping up his own pants with a casual shrug. "You're lucky,” he said to me but addressed to the lingering crowd, “we could have peed on you."
“We told you to cooperate. It wasn't so bad, was it?" one of the other boys said with a smirk.
The wild laughter and cheering that had filled my ears a moment before didn't just stop; it fractured into a strange, unsettling silence. It was a silence filled with hushed whispers and quick, uncomfortable glances. The roar of the crowd was replaced by the low murmur of people trying to process what they had just seen, a sound almost more humiliating than the initial outburst. My ears, which had been deafened by the noise, were now hyper-aware of this new, quiet mockery. The crowd then began to thin, their collective excitement deflating. A few lingered for a few moments more before reluctantly melting back into their scattered activities, leaving a strange quiet in their waker
I remained on the ground for a few moments, stunned, perhaps curling into myself, trying to process what just happened. The laughter of the boys, especially Ray's parting comment, echoed in my ears. I felt a marked sensation on my face where Ray's butt had been, even if there was no visible residue.
I was more dazed than anything else but a desperate surge of anger finally broke through. I scrambled to my feet, my movements stiff with embarrassment, and lunged at Ant. Ant, caught off guard, stumbled backward. But before I could do anything else, Ray was there, stepping calmly between us. "No, no, that's my brother," Ray said, his voice low and even, his presence radiating an unyielding authority.
Seeing the futility in retaliating against Ant with Ray now a barrier, I stopped, unclenching my fists. Any sense of fight drained from me. The immediate tension slowly dissipated, and the remaining onlookers, after a few lingering glances, all left, leaving me feeling utterly exposed and alone. Jude was smiling and talking to the other participants, totally ignoring me, and didn't even see my attempt to fight Ant.
While I was still reeling, Michael, an acquaintance I knew from the neighborhood, approached with his younger brother, Brian, who was always close by his side. Michael's jeans were faded and a little too short, and Brian's sneakers looked well-worn, almost hand-me-downs. Both had been part of the crowd watching. Brian was smiling broadly, a wide, gleeful grin..
"Man, that was really funny." Michael said, a wide grin on his face. "He should have kept sitting on you like that."
Just then, another boy, whom I didn't recognize, walked by with a friend. He had a wide smile on his face, clearly having witnessed the spectacle. Without breaking stride, he glanced at me, then nudged his friend with his elbow, and laughed, "I hope he's a good wiper," his eyes still bright with amusement as they moved on, leaving the words hanging in the air.
I felt a fresh wave of humiliation washing over me at their words. Although they were just expressing general feelings in a joking way, with no purposeful malice, the casual cruelty of the comments, delivered with such amusement, stung as much as the physical act itself. They remained with me, ingrained in my mind.
I couldn't stand there another second, exposed and ridiculed. I just needed to disappear. Without anyone even paying attention to me anymore, I grabbed my bike and rode away as fast as I could, not towards home immediately, but just away from the playground, from the scene, from the eyes that had watched. I pedaled aimlessly, finding myself on unfamiliar streets, or circling a quieter, more secluded area, wondering why my friends had done this to me.
The joy of riding Ant's bike, and the simple pleasure of a pick-up game, were completely replaced by the violation I had just experienced. The wind in my face, usually a source of freedom, now felt like a futile attempt to outrun the burning shame. My breathing was heavy, not just from the physical exertion, but from choked-back sobs or surges of impotent rage.
The thought of facing my parents filled me with dread. I tried to compose myself, wiping my face, adjusting my clothes, and attempting to appear normal. I took a roundabout way home, avoiding any familiar paths where I might encounter anyone else from the playground.
Eventually, I got home and made a beeline for my room. I wanted to be alone, to hide. There, I collapsed, pulling my knees to my chest and burying my face in my arms. I didn’t even run to wash my face - which in retrospect would have probably been the first thing to do. Instead, I let the full weight of the incident crash down on me. I racked my brain, trying to make sense of it, but there was no sense to be made. Why me and why that? Was it something I did? Was it because I was late? Why did my friend go along with it - or worse, orchestrate it? Why didn’t I fight back more aggressively? Why did I get hard?!?
There were a lot of questions but no answers. It just happened and there was no going back. Something I’d have to just learn to process and accept. I mostly looked past the actual act. Maybe I should have been more grossed out by it but I was more focused on the why, the betrayal and the fact that it was so public. Being utterly degraded in front of a crowd by people I trusted and the exclamation point of the passing comments was unbearable.
The erection was the biggest mystery. The incident happened at a time when I was just discovering my penis had a function other than urination. I was sexually naive and that made processing the erection even harder. I had gotten involuntary erections before. Many times in school and I never thought anything of it - other than to try and cover it up until it subsided. But why did it happen then, at a point of a humiliating violation?
Did my body betray me as well? Was this an expression of my budding sexuality? Then, with a fresh wave of panic, I wondered, did anyone else see it? Ray, Jude, the boys holding me down, or even Michael and his brother in the crowd. The thought that this ultimate, secret humiliation might also be public knowledge was almost worse than the act itself.
As these thoughts passed through my mind, I could still feel a wetness on my face where Ray’s butt had touched. It wasn’t really wet, but that’s how it felt. I stepped to the bathroom and tried to wash that feeling off my face - but it seemed to linger even after soap and water. I then took a long, hot shower, scrubbing at my face and body as if trying to wash away not just the physical sensation but the memory and the feeling of contamination. Washing my penis made me reflect again on the unwanted erection, a phantom limb of shame. I scrubbed harder, desperate to cleanse myself of its presence.
I was despondent for the rest of the day. I didn't have an appetite for dinner, picking at my food quietly if forced to sit at the table, offering only monosyllabic answers if questioned. My mom asked me if everything was OK and I said “yeah, just tired.”
Sleep was elusive. The incident replayed in my mind, vivid and horrifying, possibly leading to nightmares if I did drift off. The sense of violation and the burning shame lingered, now compounded by the bewildering and humiliating memory of my body's betrayal, and the gnawing fear that others might have witnessed it, making the night feel long and suffocating. I was left with a profound sense of isolation, the world feeling suddenly less safe, and the painful realization that people I considered friends could inflict such deep wounds.
The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed, my mind still with a clouded buzz of the previous day's horror. I ate breakfast in silence, avoiding my parents' eyes. I had planned to go fishing with Jude and wasn't sure if it was still on or if I even wanted to go after the incident. I stepped outside and saw Jude across the street, waiting by the front of his house.
"Hey, Devon!" Jude called out, pushing off the fence and walking towards me.
I managed a small, almost imperceptible nod, coming out to step beside Jude.
"What’s up," I muttered, keeping my eyes fixed on the pavement ahead, hoping Jude wouldn't bring it up - but he immediately did.
"That was funny, yesterday," Jude said, a casual grin on his face, as if expecting me to agree.
"I closed my eyes," I said, my voice barely a whisper, "I didn't see anything."
"You weren't supposed to see anything,” he said in an almost informative way, “it’s about taking his butt and putting it on your face and eugh, bleugh....”
I had no reply and remained silent, but the irony was not lost on me - to see how jude saw the action as repulsive yet he was a primary participant in inflicting it on me.
"Are you ready to go fishing?" Jude asked, as if to turn the page back to normalcy.
*****