Memoir Excerpt: Wrestling Matches

Our wrestling matches had become way more physical.

And I know wrestling is physical by default.

But Seunghoon and I made them more than they should have been. The grabbing lasted longer than it needed to, hands sliding under t-shirts, fingers digging into skin. Unnecessarily long for a casual match.

I could feel his bulge against my thigh. He'd rub up on me, stay pressed there while I barely tried to get away.

I have no doubt a wrestling match would've turned into our first time if we weren't always getting interrupted.

One time we were at the park, in a spot almost like a small forest.

Wrestling behind some trees.

Seunghoon was holding me down hard, his weight pinning me. His face was right in mine. He was smiling. Had that rude smile on.

I could feel he was hard, thick through his shorts. I was getting hard too. I arched my back and pushed my ass down into his grip. He grabbed tighter, his fingers pressing into my hipbone.

I kissed him and slid my hand into his tracksuit. He was already dripping pre-cum, hot and slick on my fingers.

Then he pushed me harder against the ground, kept kissing me, rubbing against my hand.

That's when we heard leaves rustling nearby.

We froze. Hoped it was just the wind. My heart was pounding. He was out of breath too. Then we heard voices. A family coming for a picnic.

Seunghoon rolled his eyes. We sat apart. Horny. Pissed. We just exchanged disappointed looks.