Brown Hair

I decide to move right, making my way towards the gir-boy with the brown hair. Hoping they were about to finish their shower as they massage some shampoo into their scalp, I walk over to the faucet handle next to him and hang my towel on a nearby hook. I keep my eyes strictly to myself as I turn on the water, blissfully surprised by the hot spray that washes over me, immediately causing me to lose some of the building tension in my shoulders. For a short moment I am alone with my thoughts as I close my eyes, turning my face into the stream and simply enjoying it. Temporarily forgetting I was no longer at home, I reach out to my side for where my soap used to be, only only to brush my fingers against soft, wet skin. My eyes rocket open and my hand shoots back to me as I clutch my chest in surprise and then embarrassment.

"You didn't strike me as the handsy type." A rounded, feminine voice rings out from the brown haired boy next to me, who is now lathering soap in his palms, his eyes still directed towards the tiled wall in front of us.

"Oh my god...I-I'm s-so sorry about... that..." I squeak out, standing rigid as iron as I stare in shock at my shower neighbor who is showing a surprising lack of concern for what just occurred.

"It's no biggie, I went to an inner city school so I'm used to it. What, you didn't?" He responds, unbothered.

"Oh, um... No, I actually went to a smaller high school. I grew up in an immigrant neighborhood. Was that normal in your school?"

The boy pauses his bathing and finally looks over to me, looking me up and down. His penetrating gaze reminds me of my complete nudity and I press my hands even tighter to my chest. I know there's no real point in trying to hide myself at this point after that whole fiasco yesterday, but it doesn't make it any less embarrassing.

"Really? That's surprising, you look so good for an outside femboy. Oh, and yeah; it's totally normal for a little touching and grabbing in public baths, I don't know why you look so shy about it." He smiles and gives a cute giggle as he resumes his shower, as if this was a completely normal conversation to be having in the nude.

"Femboy?" I parrot back. My guard lowers slightly at the compliment, although the context confuses me somewhat.

"Uhm, like... Yeah? Like us. Sissies? Small boys? Feminine males - that's it." He gracefully whips his long hair around his shoulder as he reaches around to wash his torso, his thin arm pressing against the slightly raised flesh of his chest.

"I'm not sure what you mean. I look like a lot of guys. I mean, you and I are a little similar but... look at you, you're beautifu-" I cut myself off before I finish my sentence, realizing both the words coming out of my mouth and the fact that I was ogling this boy next to me. He's right about one thing, he is a feminine boy. The rise of his nipples makes it look like he has tiny, vulgar titties and his thick thighs and ass jiggle as he shifts his stance. Even his hair is nice and cared for like a girl's or futa's, long and voluminous.

"Well, you and I are part of like, a newer generation or whatever. The first kids born after the futa generation. But you've seen real men before, surely. There has to be some word to tell us apart. like my moms say, it would be wrong to call us both men when I have such a small dick." He continues, seeming to struggle as he tries to wash his back.

Despite his attention only half on me and the conversation, his words act like one punch after another. I never thought about it all before. The idea that I'm considered something other than a man because of my shape and the size of dick. There really seems to be fewer men around in general, and how most of them my age are kind of petite and... cute. Does that have something to do with the futas?

"Hey, can you give me a hand? My shoulders are a little tight and I can't reach my back." The boy says as he places his hands on his hips and cocks himself to one side in a casual, almost sassy pose. As I stand there processing even more new information, my head naturally shifts downwards until I realize I'm looking right at the boy's cock cage. Realizing what I was doing, I flush and lock eyes with the boy again. His cage was similar to mine, a metal nub that's just a little larger than my own.

"O-oh, sure... I can do that." I nearly yelp as I once again become frightened of both being seen as a pervert and for seeming like I'm gay or something... not that being gay is a bad thing or anything... almost everyone has a dick nowadays...

"Thanks. Oh and that? It's nothing new to me. I guess you're not super used to it, judging from your reaction. It may not seem like it from it's size, but I wore one for a few years already. My moms decided I shouldn't get too close to any females. The university gave me an upgraded smaller one this time." He nonchalantly chats about his locked dick like it was a birthmark or something, turning around so I could wash his back. He hands me the body wash as he spins and I start to lather my hands.

"What do you mean, 'moms' by the way? Are you adopted?" I ask as I begin to rub his back with soapy hands.

"No silly, one of them is a futa. She just prefers female pronouns, so I've always called them both 'mom'."

"Really? Wow, that's cool. I only grew up with my mom-mom, like a woman. My dad disappeared before I was born, outside futa society."

"Huh. I would have thought you had another mom like me. That was the case with all the other femboys in my school." He says as he looks over his shoulder to speak more clearly to me. The thought sends me back into another trance. Mom never spoke about my dad... Could it be possible...? My thoughts are brought to a sudden halt as I feel my wrists being grabbed by the boy I've been rubbing with soap. He suddenly pulls me forward before I can react and places my soapy hands on top of his puffy nipples.

"My name is Robin, by the way." He says as he wiggles his ass just above my lap, rubbing circles over his pink nips with my slippery fingers. I let out a surprised squeal, muffling myself as much as I can so as to not draw attention.

"What's the matter? I saw you looking at them, and you never finished with your grabbing earlier." He says coyly, his ass just about to touch my caged dick. I pull free and stumble a step back, returning to the stream of water I had started for myself. Completely flustered, I wave my hands in front of my face, trying to hide my shock and arousal. Can arousal even show on your face...?

"No, no! You misunderstood me, I never meant to touch you at all! A-and your body is p-perfectly normal...!" I begin to tremble despite the warmth and humidity of the shower room. Turning back to face me with a genuinely confused look on his cute face, Robin stands with his hip popped out to one side and one hand tweaking a nipple.

"Oh, really? Sorry, I must have like, totally misread the situation, hehe. These though? They come from practice." He giggles and winks as he finishes his statement, biting his lower lip as he continues to rub one of his protruding nipples, closing his eyes in... in pleasure?

"Um... does doing that feel good or something?" I ask, confused both towards his actions and his claims of practice.

"Well, duh. Why else would I do it? Wait, have you never tried rubbing your nipples?" Robin takes his hand away from his little titty and makes an expression of confusion that borderlines concern.

"Um... not really. I kind of thought playing with your boobs or whatever was just for girls." I say, thinking back to the porn I used to watch years ago.

"What?! Like, it totally feels good! Why would the goddess give us nipples if not for pleasure? It's not like we can lactate or whatever." Robin says, as if it were common knowledge. What's this about a goddess? I thought the goddess was a futa religion. Although I suppose Robin did grow up in this city...

"Do you want me to show you?" Robin says to me with a tone that felt like he was trying to get me to try a new food instead of trying to pleasure myself in public. With another boy, no less!

"Um... I guess so...?" I say with **** hesitation. On one hand I already feel so overwhelmed this morning that I am hesitant to try something so strange so soon, yet on the other hand I don't want to push away the first person to act kindly to me in the dorm. I don't know if he's the type to make a scene or flip out on me if I say no either. My anxiety starting to take hold of me, Robin slowly walks behind me, grabbing the soap as he does.

"Relax, it's chill." He says as he begins to massage my shoulders instead, his hands lubed with body wash. The first contact being somewhere less intimate actually does relax me a little, and his hands are surprisingly good at massaging my muscles. I close my eyes as my tension and anxiety slowly slips away as Robin rubs away some of my stress. As the warm waves of relaxation wash through me from the massage and the hot water running down my smooth skin, I don't fully notice as Robin's hands slowly begin to slide further and further forward. When I come back to my senses, Robin's arms are fully wrapped underneath mine, his fingers spread across my chest. A flush slowly rises to my cheeks, but I remain still as he begins to slowly drag his hands back and forth, his fingers brushing against my nipples.

"Just concentrate on the feeling..." Robin practically whispers to me over my shoulder, barely audible over the hiss of the showers echoing around the room. I do my best to obey, closing my eyes and focusing on the faint fluttering sensation. My nipples quickly harden from the stimulation and at first it's almost uncomfortable, the faintest of rubbing constantly on and off. Then Robin switches tactics, rubbing tight circles over my erect nips with his lubed fingers. A sharp but small rush pierces my brain that persists with a pleasant tingling. This is... kind of nice. mmm....

"See? I told you." Robin suddenly pulls away from me. For a fraction of a second, I feel annoyed. It was just starting to feel good!

"It was alright, I guess..." I respond, not wanting to seem like I was going crazy for it or anything.

"I know, I'm like, pretty good at it. I even got that little moan out of you." Robin says as he stops his shower head. Moan!? Did I do that out loud...!? I stand there with my mouth open in disbelief at my inability to hide my pleasure. Robin walks over to the exit, his ass and nipples slightly bouncing with every step. Man, that boy must either be really good at reading people, or just really oblivious. I stare at him leaving, trying my best not to think of him as super sexy. I feel my cock start straining against the metal of my cage, causing me to ache once more, breaking my attention from Robin's shaking ass. Realizing that most people in the showers were either watching Robin or myself through the steam, I quickly turn around and begin washing myself in earnest. Hopefully no one was watching - or listening to us - too closely.