Boarding House Shenanigans

Nightly Showers

Ever since transitioning into the boarding houses at Yaxley College for Boys in Year 9, Joseph had found himself attracted to the boys around him. During the showers of a morning and evening, boys would play music and talk in the showers, often walking around naked, all but for their hands covering their cocks, through the bathroom. Joseph intended to follow this tradition as he grew more comfortable.

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As Joseph pulled his towel around him, picked up his modest stereo and walked to the bathroom, he scrolled through his phone to choose the right song. He walked into the bathroom, steam and condensation remained in the air and on the mirror from the previous occupants. Joseph set up his speaker, and pressed play, the music booming and echoing in the tiled room. He hung his towel over the door, and admired himself in the mirror for a brief moment.

His skin tone was olive, his body toned from his various sporting activities, such as running, swimming, and rowing. His abs were highlighted by the light shining down above, his thin frame allowed his muscles to seem larger than his strength indicated. As he glanced down his v, he could see the pubes starting to grow back from his shaving the night before, and below them hung his cock, starting to grow hard as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Joseph went into the shower and turned it on, the warm water cascading down his front and onto the floor. He heard a bang as the door opened to the bathroom, he looked out through the crack in the door and saw Marcus Lees entering, dressed only in a towel, his bulge pressing against its restraints. He walked up to the mirror, leant forward squeezing one of the spots that must've sprung up over the day and leant back emphasising the size of his abs. As I looked at his perfect face I see him glance through the crack, quickly darting back down as he gets into the shower next to me.

I look down and see his shadow, quickly taking off his towel, his dick springing out from the towel, seemingly hard. The water then begins to fall as he turns on his shower, obscuring the shadow from view.

After a little while, I hear his shower shut off, and I see his towel flash above the partition signalling he was getting ready to leave. I quickly feigned the need to change song and stood in front of the mirror, dick in hand, changing song. I hear his door open and he emerges, looking me up and down.

I feel my dick harden in my hand, trying to break free as he moves up to the mirror next to me, leaning forward again to pop one of the few and elusive spots he has. He glances at me, as I glance at him. He finally turns to me, his hand reaching out rubbing my abs and his hand covering my own. I turn back, grabbing his towel and pulling him into my shower cubicle. He smirks as I pull him, he knows I've wanted him and he finally gets to have me, desperate and horny.

I pull his towel away, without speaking he grabs his dick, pushing me down towards it. I slowly go down, licking his abs as I go, my tongue running down his 6 pack, through his snail trail, over the little stubble he has from his recently shaved pubes, eventually to his 6 ½ inch cut cock. I begin to circle the head with my tongue, tasting precum already beginning to accumulate.

I hear him moaning, over the music, I look up but his eyes are closed, his head pointing towards the ceiling. I take his dick out of my mouth, moving back up, wanking his cock as I go. His eyes snap open, he turns me around, his fingers eagerly fingering at my hole, his spit lubing up his fingers as he begins to penetrate with his two fingers. My ass grips his fingers, he moans, "So tight", and he lines his head up with my ring.

I feel him beginning to press into me, I let out moans in synchronicity with him. His dick slowly pumps into me, his hands gripping my hips, his nails leaving marks in my flesh. He commands me, "Say my name!". I start moaning "Ohh, Marcus! Fuck me Marcus! Oh!!" as he pounds me from behind. His hand starts to wrap around, wanking me off as he slowly yet strongly pounds into me.

Strings of cum start to shoot out from my dick, sliding down the tiles in front. He flips me around, lifting me up onto the handles of the shower, inserting his dick into my ass and fucking me again up and down the wall. Our moans begin to sync again, he smashes his lips against mine as he fucks me into ecstasy, his dick pounding against my ass.

Finally, he forces me to the ground as he cums on my face, the water washing it down my front and abs. He grabs my towel, wipes himself clean, bending over to give me one last kiss. He gives me a wink, and leaves the bathroom, giving me the last pleasure to watch his firm ass as he wraps it in a towel; leaving me to wash away the bits of cum from my hair and eyelashes.

Finally exiting the shower, I see Alton entering Marcus' room, only to jump out again exclaiming, "Fuck, you've got a limp dick!" Leaving me to smirk as I entered my room.