Black hair

Recognizing the black haired boy I saw stumbling out Sarah's room yesterday, I walk over to him. After all, he seemed just as embarrassed about the events of the past day as I am. In hopes that he ignores me, I hang my towel on a nearby hook and turn the faucet, letting the warm water wash over my body. I instantly feel more relaxed as the heat of the shower gives me a steamy hug. Just as I open my eyes from my reverie, I hear a small squeak from the black haired boy. I quickly glance over in time to see him jump, only now reacting to my presence as if I had snuck up on him. He blushes harshly over his pale skin and turns to face the wall, pretending as if he had never yelped in surprise. I can't help but smile a little, comforted by the fact that I wasn't the only one feeling a little overwhelmed by the sudden and dramatic life changes this school has already imposed on us.

We shower in silence, pretending not to have noticed one another despite the clear fact that we were painfully aware of our close proximity and exposure. Halfway through my shower I am able to focus on myself and the soothing heat of the water running over my smooth body when I hear a voice coming from nearby.

"Hey, Casey was it? I saw you on stage yesterday. Congratulations on the tiniest cage award." A sneering boy says from the other side of my shower neighbor.

"W-what?" The black haired boy turns to speak to the intruder with a rather androgynous, yet soft, voice.

"I'm talking about your little flattened penis, genius." The snooty voice replies.

I stop washing myself and peer to my side to see what's happening. The black haired boy the voice called Casey has turned to face the other boy, his ass nearly clapping from the rapid movement.

"I-I..." Casey stammers as his shoulders shrink and I can't help myself but to back away from the wall to get a better look at the new voice. As I crane my neck to see through the steam, I realize the cocky sounding boy is actually the blue haired one from yesterday, Lucas.

"Do you know what this school is all about, Casey? I do, I figured it out this morning. It's about whoever has the biggest cock is the top of the ladder. Did you hear the announcer when they called me up? Remember what she said?" the blue haired boy continues, his face contorted in what seemed to be an expression of poorly faked confidence that hid one of insecurity and shame. Nonetheless, Casey seems to shrink even further into himself, embarrassed even to be acknowledged.

"She said I had the biggest dick of all the new boys that got in. And you? You're the smallest." Lucas says, inching closer and closer towards Casey until I hear a slight *tap*, Casey giving out a slight yelp. When I sneak even further around them, I see that Lucas has pressed his 3 inch cage into Casey's. As I glance over to Casey, I realize Lucas has been rather accurate in his description - Casey wears a flat silver cage over his dick, the veins in his balls visible with strain as he obviously twitches from the sudden contact.

"That means that I'm the boss of this dorm. And you? You're the free use bottom." Lucas continues to thrust himself into Casey's hips, causing a consistent *tick*tick*tick* to ring about the immediate area. As much as I am embarrassed to even be seen in this place, I can't help myself but to step forward. We boys get bullied enough by futas and girls, we don't need it from each other too.

"Hey, quit it. If you haven't noticed, it doesn't matter how big your cock is, you're still caged like the rest of us." I say, my voice wavering from my nerves. The blue haired boy stood there crossing his arms, a frustrated look of indignance on his face as he pouts, yet he continues to press his larger cage into Casey's flat one.

"See, take a look for yourself." I say, getting more heated from the boy's stubborn persistence. I take a step forward, interposing myself between the two and taking Casey's place, intentionally tapping my cage against the blue haired bully's. Lucas seems to falter as he flinches from the contact and I press my advantage. I mimic his behavior, thrusting my hips against his. At every impact I feel an increasing pressure build as my dick tries to rise from the stimulation only to be blocked by the cage it's rattling in. My balls start to ache, and as I keep thrusting I even feel our balls tap for a moment, causing us both to let out a stifled whimper. At that I retreat, the contact causing me to flush with embarrassment as I realize what I've just been doing and how my bare balls just touched another boy's. Fortunately, the blue haired boy seems to be experiencing something similar, as he simply turns and walks off to another shower head, his face red as a cherry.

"Are you okay?" I ask as I turn back to Casey. As soon as I am fully facing him, he practically leaps on me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug.

"Thank you so much...! I didn't know what to do and I froze up..." He says as he nuzzles his face into my chest. Embarrassed but also a little endeared towards him, I go to pat his shoulders. As I make contact, I realize he has pressed himself close enough as for his balls to press into mine and I freeze with shame and arousal. Seeming not to notice the contact of our private areas, he pulls back just enough to create a space between us.

"Sorry, I've just been a little overwhelmed." He says, burying his face in his hands and rubbing his eyes.

"That's okay. We're stuck here together, might as well get along, right?" I respond in an optimistic tone. My feigned confidence seems to comfort the boy somewhat as he nods and goes to grab his towel.

"Thanks. I'm Casey, by the way. Or I guess... you probably already knew that, heh..." He looks me up and down while nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's nice to meet you, Casey. I'm Sam." I smile back. Casey nods. Then he quickly spins and practically skips out of the door, back into the changerooms. He seemed to have perked up... I wonder, watching him go. If it weren't for being a boy, I'd say he's cute. No, I can definitely say he's cute... I think to myself, trying not to imagine Casey with a lewd expression. Eyes rolled back, tongue dripping... I continue with my shower, a constant pressure in my cage and balls that's getting harder to ignore.