The Men Join the Shower

Returning to the purpose of being here, I lather soap across my hands. For several minutes I simply shower, trying to process what just happened. That boy was certainly something. More boys enter the shower while few leave, causing the level of anonymity I had hoped for to disappear. Before I am even close to finished, every shower in the room was occupied. Oddly, there was more chatter in here than there was in the dining room. It could be the warming atmosphere carried over from breakfast, or perhaps its the lack of futaU staff looking over our shoulders. Boys compare their hairstyles, joke about the previous days events, and even compare cage sizes like it was a new game. Not wanting to risk someone singling me out, I stare at the wall as I go about my business. Some minutes pass before the ambient chatter began to cease in a wave, emanating from the entrance as the door swings closed. When I turn to look at what caused the sudden shift in atmosphere, I see the source. All five of the burly dudes from the dorm had just walked in. Having been so set apart from us other boys, we had temporarily forgotten they even existed. But that wasn't the main reason for the quiet. They're not caged...! I can't help but silently gape as they walk in, standing in the middle of the room and scanning for a free shower head. Each one had at least 5 inches soft swinging between their legs, smooth sacks dangling from the heat like they carry golf balls.

"d'you see that?" - "so unfair..." - "oh my god" - "I knew they got special treatment..." - "I wish I looked like that...". Whispering persists throughout the room as the other boys share in the display, the occasional gasp as one or another turns to get their first look.

After graduating high school I thought I wouldn't ever have to be compared to a burly dude's big cock ever again. Now it's worse, I can't even touch mine anymore, much less show off... Finding this was my breaking point for humiliation, I grab my towel without bothering to stop the shower faucet and carefully make my way through the others around me, all while keeping my eyes down at my feet. When I break free, I B-line my way towards the exit. Too quickly for me to react, a large figure emerges directly in my path, causing me to collide into them. Having not been moving very fast, I manage to catch my footing by locking up. An instant later I recognize how bad of an idea that was. I slowly crane my neck up to look who I am now rubbing my smooth, wet flesh against. A chiseled looking man with caramel skin and dark hair looks down on me with a faint look of confusion, his face smooth and sincere.

"Oh, s-sorry." I begin to stammer, becoming highly aware of the skin to skin contact and stumbling backwards.

"Oh no, it's my bad. I didn't see you walking, I must have looked right over you." He says apologetically, turning his body to look right at me. Frozen with anxiety and embarrassment, I realize I am still standing far too close to him. Before I can steel myself to move, I feel a weighty thump against my hip. His cock had hardened since entering to a good 8 inches with room to grow, and had just come to rest against my bare skin.

"Apparently we're not supposed to talk to you smaller boys much, but I feel bad. What's your name?" He taps me lightly on my shoulder reassuringly, yet all I can feel is his veiny cock slide against my damp skin as it continues to harden.

"Oh, I'm Sam." I squeak out. Beginning to panic, I quickly turn towards where I think the exit is. Somehow forgetting about the lewd situation I've found myself in, I try and cut past him, causing the jock's dick to bow upward and press right into my stomach, stopping me in my tracks as I look down with dread.

"Oops, sorry again, ha ha. I guess I didn't notice it getting hard like that. Embarrassing." He apologizes again, yet fails to pull himself away from me, his 10 inch cock giving a meaty twitch as it continues to press into my skin. I feel like I'm going to faint but still manage to whisper out some noise that was meant to be no problem, breaking away from him and out the door.

Panting heavily, I find the change room blissfully empty, spare one boy who gives me a strange look as he finishes putting on his uniform. I sit down on one of the benches, my towel spread over my lap as I feel my aching balls push out a small drop of precum onto the metal of my cage. My brain is too overheated to think. Their cocks were out. They just walked in like it wasn't humiliating for the rest of us to be locked up... Instead of trying to comprehend the craziness of these showers, I simply enjoy the silent alone time I am given. Maybe the shame was too much for me, paired with this stupid cage and that boy that showered next to me... The cooler air of the changeroom eventually calms me, and the increase of boys leaving the showers to return to their rooms encourages me to do the same. I hope it isn't like this every morning.

I finish changing and exit the bathrooms. Upon re-entering the hallway and aimlessly walking for a few steps, I see a screen inlaid in the wall, similar to the one in my dorm room. Scrolling across a black background is pink text saying leisure time, return to your dorm room. I pick up my pace, walking in the general direction of my room when I see another screen showing the same message. It seems the university has informational screens through the dorm. Returning to my room, I slink over to the plain desk chair and flop into the seat. I lean back, letting out a long, deep sigh. What a morning this has been... I think in a somewhat morose manner. After sitting in still silence for a few minutes, I recognize the impressive lack of ambient sound. I don't hear any neighbors through the wall, no one stomping above me, not even footsteps out from the hall. So long as my door was closed, this room was practically soundproof. No wonder I fell asleep so easily yesterday.

Deciding I was now bored, I wander over to the blank screen in the wall of my room, half expecting it to play the same message as the ones in the hall if I turn it on. Finding a small remote slotted into the wall, I slide it out and find the ON button. When the screen alights, it displays several tv and movie apps and a web browser, amongst other things. It seems to be pretty expected until I read what some of these apps are called. There are the usual ones like "MeTube" and "Glitch Streaming", but then there are ones called "Futa Education Network" and "Caught On Tape!". I've never heard of these apps before. I also catch my eye on an app for "FutaHub", the porn site I used to use to watch futa porn, and my mind shoots back to the last video I watched of a futa ploughing a big titted milf woman. At least they're accommodating, but I could easily just open the browser... Trying to select MeTube, the screen seems to struggle to open it, flickering to a black screen before coming up with an error code. Getting frustrated, I instead try an app called "PAF TV" which works well enough. The screen changes to a selection of tv episodes for shows my mom sometimes watched back home. Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I pick one at random. I just need something to pass the time after all. I organize my pillows to get comfortable while I sit here and settle in for the show.