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[Wylie Dean Kincade]

Wylie Kincade had begun to suspect that he was developing quite an obsession with water; since while he'd been here over the past two days, he'd had a total of four showers. He'd even gone skinny dipping in the lake last night - with some very interesting consequences. He'd been surrounded by pools and opportunity back home in Palm Springs, but somehow it was different here. Rain was always something that he had loved and it had always been scarce back home, so perhaps that was part of the reasoning? Even so, it still seemed rather odd in how this had come about since his arrival. If anything, he suspected that it was this place making him hornier and releasing an urge to do something about that pent up need.

Dropping his towel on to a bench beside the shower, the boy leisurely made his way inside the large open plan shower and stood under one of the heads, turning it on and groaning as the hot water hit him. Generally he'd been having cold showers already in an effort to try and calm himself down, but right now he was spent from an early morning run and felt his muscles protesting. The hot water was sure to soothe them and honestly - he was hoping that the sound of the shower running would pique other people's curiosities and perhaps lure them in with him? He wasn't greedy and he wasn't a complete slut, but he had to confess that there were a hell of a lot of guys walking around this place that he'd screw or let screw him. Seriously, it was the total opposite of home in this place and he couldn't have loved it more.

Coming to this school was quite possibly the best decision that he'd ever made. He was beginning to feel as if he belonged, surrounded by people who understood and related - people who had the same preference and interests as he did. Wylie loved that he would be free to explore and find himself here, like he'd been able to do in the close-knit community at home. Standing under the water and lathering himself up, the boy began to sing - surprising himself. It had been a very long time since he could recall being in this good of a mood and that was saddening but good at the same time, because it meant that he was improving. He continued to hum as he washed, hoping that perhaps someone might come and join in with his bathing activities.

[Vincent Leander Caruso]

Vincent Caruso had had one hell of a night. Sneaking out to party was normally one of his favorite things to do, probably up in the top five of his list of favorite things to do, not that he really numbered them. It was expected of him really. None of the teachers were ever surprised when he came to class hung over, or still drunk. It was just the way Vincent was. But last night? Oh, last night had not been fun, at all. Vince had gone out thinking he was ready for a night of drinking and smoking, and got stuck in a room with some sob story girl who wanted in his pants. He had been with his fair share of girls, though he never really enjoyed it too much. He had to really be in the mood for a girl to be with one.

It was unfortunate. The bitch who had been trying to get into his pants had been adorable, and hell, she had done a hell of a good job at turning him on... That was until she puked on him. Thankfully, it had only gotten on his shirt, which he had removed before he had even started his trek back to the school. Now, he walked shirtless through the halls, still smelling of cheap perfume laced with alcohol, smoke, and a hint of vomit. Gross? I think so. Groaning, Vince stepped into the bathroom, quite content on taking a shower, not really caring if anyone else was in the room. He was still slightly buzzed, and somewhat turned on at this point. He knew that the water would be good for him.

Glancing over to the large open shower, it didn't take long for Vince to spot another male in the room. A small smile graced his lips as he sauntered towards the closest bench, peeling his jeans and boxers off, not really surprised to find himself still slightly hard. Nothing his hand couldn't take care of though. Coughing in attempt to get the others attention, Vince made his way into one of the other showers, more enclosed, but not really private either. Turning on the water, Vince waisted no time in stepping under the hot spray, leaning back against the cool tile wall as he let the water fall over him, a content sigh escaping his parted lips as his eyes lulled shut. Maybe if he was lucky, the other male would be feeling slutty enough to join him.

[Wylie Dean Kincade]

Wylie had been stood enjoying the sensation of the droplets of water splashing against his skin at a rapid rate; so much so that it took him rather a long time to register that anyone else was in here. He'd been too busy dwelling on thoughts of wanting company and daydreaming that he'd lost touch with reality for at least a moment. Somebody had coughed though and finally, snapping out of his daze, he looked around - sighting another boy in the shower cubicle beside him. They were very much open plan in here with just a screen to seperate - and he could easily see some interesting sights from this very spot of his own area.

Smiling, he stood on his tiptoes and leaned over, resting his chin on the top of the divide seperating them. Only one or two of the boys that he'd met at the school so far had been straight, so somehow he doubted that this guy was going to be all that concerned about him taking a peek at his goodies. So far, if anything, these people all seemed like gay sex addicts - which was definitely not a complaint on his part, given that he was pretty much one of those himself. Anyway, if the situation had have been reversed then he wouldn't have minded being perved at in the least bit. He welcomed it, actually. "Hi," Wy greeted, happily - almost in a dreamy tone of voice. He was feeling rather upbeat and good right now; a mixture of the hot water, his general mood after arriving and some action down below that was unsurprising to him given the view he was currently a witness to.

"Come here often...?" he asked, casually, just making conversation the best that he knew how. Although he was born and raised in high society, he'd never fit in there and had infact avoided all social events like the plague. It was a lame line, he knew, but he was hoping that that was about all that it would take. Given by the looks of things, he wasn't the only one in here that was a little excited. Even if he was barking up the wrong tree in regard to finding someone to mess around with, it would still be good to make some new friends here. Wylie just wished that he was better at talking to people, making smalltalk. Still, he was just about cool enough to pull off the cheesy, cliched lines that everyone knew off by heart. Just about.

[Sylvia Portland]

Hope you don't mind if angsty-straight boy joins in for an awkward or hot moment. You guys can keep going as long as you want before noticing Sylvia peving over in the corner, or you can just never notice if you like.

Sylvia had had it with the lack of women here, his bed was developing a slight dimple and his hands were starting to chafe. Back home him and Sadie found their way between each others legs at least every other day, and most weeks had another girl thrown in there somewhere. Here his hands had become his best friend, and the laptop had outlived its purpose, porn only went so far for so long. Straight as he was Sylvia had to admit he always took the glance when he passed another guy in the showers, and had never had an aversion to jacking of with or for a friend, provided there was a pussy on the tv in front of them. That was what brought him to the showers, not the day's accumulated sweat, just the hope of a peek at a engorged guy soaping himself in the showers, or two guys engaged int he illicit activities he had seen the other day, damn if it did not get much better he would have to find a friend to jack off with here.

As he walked into the locker room he heard showers on in two directions, and clothes lying on the floor. Stripping as he walked toward the main shower he mad a point of peeking in at the more enclosed shower and taking in the hairy hard-on that occupied it, appending a mumbled lie of an: Oops, sorry. that he barely hear himself as he slipped his hands into his pants. He wondered if he could jack off in the main shower and make it look like he was washing, or if he would need to get his own once he got his fill.

After tossing all his clothes except the socks that he had forgotten about on a bench, he wandered into the main shower scratching at his balls unassumingly. There was another guy in the steam, and Sylvia's hardening seven inches jumped to eight, stretching out the five red letters on tattooed on the top and the heart right on the head. The other guy passed right by him, apparently not noticing him off to the side in the hall between showers, disappointed Sylvia wandered into the main shower and turned it one, rolling his options through his head and squeezing himself. Embarrassed at his own courage he sneaked after that guy and sat down on a bench that set him right in view of the two boys, but hopefully out of theirs unless they turned around. At that he licked his hands and slowly started massaging his hardened self with one while squeezing he sac with the other.

[Vincent Leander Caruso]

Opening his eyes as he was greeted, Vincent watched the other male through his thick lashes, wondering what the hell the other was on to have been so damn happy this early in the morning. Vincent surely wasn't that happy, though then again, he hadn't gotten a full nights sleep. In fact, he'd been awake since sometime yesterday morning. It was a wonder he wasn't in a more bitchy mood, especially after his horrid night. It was rather obvious that the other was copping a look, tough Vince didn't mind one bit, in fact, he might as well make a show out of it. Vince was quite the attention whore, after all, he was good at putting on a show.

"Well, considering I like to be clean, I'd have to say yes, I do come here often." Vince smirked, caring less about small talk at this point. Closing his eyes again, Vince wrapped his fingers around his length, not bothered by the fact that he was being watched as he moved his hand up and down a few times, feeling his whole body relax and slump against the wall. Stopping his motions for a moment, he looked over at the other, another smirk gracing his lips. "Are you just going to stand there, or would you like to join me over here?" He raised a brow. Normally, Vince wouldn't be one to whore himself out like this, but god damn, he needed something to hold him over, and he needed it soon.

[Wylie Dean Kincade]

Wylie chuckled at the boy's response, glad to see that he obviously didn't mind being watched in the nude like this. He hadn't expected him to, since he'd alerted him of his presence in the first place; though now that he thought about it, that might have just been common courtesy incase he was skittish, had body issues or had been Wyling himself. He supposed that it was only fair. Anyway, regardless of that - he was clearly comfortable with the attention, playing in to it as he touched himself. That wasn't the sort of thing that you did in front of another guy unless you wanted him to join you, in Wylie's experience - and that was more than fine with him.

It was sure as hell serving to turn him on though, which Wylie was sure was the whole point. The guy was horny himself and he was looking for a little action, a release. It was evil though, masturbating in front of him like that in an attempt to lure him in there. Wonderfully evil and definitely working.

"You don't need to tell me twice," the boy grinned, moving away from the partition and walking around to the other side of the shower. As Wylie entered, he smirked and raised an eyebrow at the improved view - able to see absolutely everything that he was interested in seeing from this vantage point. The boy was well built in general, but what really struck him was how well hung he was. Wy paused for a moment, before moving forward and lessening the gap between their naked bodies, setting his hands on either side of his ribcage, slowly venturing down until they were resting on his hips. He grinned as he looked in to Vincent's eyes, before turning his attention downwards.

His hand moved down and he took a hold of him, starting by teasing with slow but rhythmic movements, before slowly picking up speed. Wylie was vaguely aware of the fact that they were no longer alone, but didn't take his eyes off of the boy that he was standing with, the boy that he was giving a handjob to. In his opinion, the more people involved in something like this, the better; or at least some of the time. If other boys wanted to watch then that was more than fine with him, it even added some excitement. It was thrilling, to say the least - and it seemed like a very acceptable thing at this school, from what he could gather.

[Sylvia Portland]

Fuck, they were both hot. No, not hot, only gay guys thought that; they weren't hot, just gave him ideas of what to do with himself, yeah, inspiration. Rationalizing without realizing it, as much as Sylvia loved this, the idea that he might actually be bi never crossed his mind. When the second boy moved into the stall Sylvia almost came, he had sped up too fast, embarrassed at himself. You're not a fucking virgin, you can hold it in. He spend a moment squeezing the top of his cock to slow himself down and realized he had lost his view. Moving over a few feet on the bench he grabbed some of the clothes off the ground at his new view an rubbed them over his body, the shower-fuckers' clothes.

He found one of their socks and slipped it over his cock, rocking it from side to side slowly as he other hand explored his nipples and his lips. The guys in the shower drew closer together and he had to move onto the floor to see them, not he would be almost in plain view if they had been paying any attention to him, but that did not cross their mind. It hit him without much thought that hair on a guy was a turn-on for him, unlike on girls. As he saw the second guy take the first in his hand he felt a bit of precum and had to slow down a bit, removing the sock to suck the liquid out and rub the sock along his nipples.

Wondering where they would go, his attention shifted to Wylie's ass, it could almost be a girl's, and he had no problem exploring those in the past. How many cocks had penetrated that tiny hole, how many of those had Sylvia penetrated himself, how was that any different on a guy than on a girl? He had lots of fun doing girls up the ass, you could go deeper, and they squeezed harder on you than up front, but it couldn't be much fun for the girls, or for gay guys, could it? He knew some guys penetrated themselves when they jacked off, he had seen them do it but never tried himself. Eh, first time for everything. He thought as he slid one finger in and out a few time, shaking a bit with pleasure, and then another. He got three in before it started to hurt and he slid the last on in, shaking even more. Then he started slowly pumping himself again, sliding his right hand up and down and his left hand in and out, realizing how embarrassing a position this would be to be found in on the floor, and letting out a scream as he had an even harder orgasm in his ass.

[Vincent Leander Caruso]

Vince couldn't really help the smirk that grew on his lips as the other boy finally reacted, making his way over to his own side of the showers, not bothering to cover up or anything like that. Vincent knew he was rather well hung for someone his size, and he took pride in that, but he wasn't about to gloat. He knew very well that the other liked what he saw. Taking in a deep breath as he felt he other's hands against his sides, Vincent let out a soft sound of content, not quite a moan, but close, closing his eyes for a moment as the hands traveled down. Vince's gaze stated plastered on the other as his hand moved further down, a soft gasp escaping as the boy took his hard length in his hand.

Arching into the touch, Vincent let his head tilt back, his hands tangling in his own hair before moving down to run against his own chest, a soft moan filling the shower stall before he opened his eyes again, taking his lower lip between his lip for a moment. He had spotted their onlooker over the others shoulder, but didn't really mind, Vince was one to put on a show, after all. Looping his arm around the males waist, he drew him closer, his tongue running up his neck until he reached his ear, nipping lightly. "Name's Vince, by the way." He breathed into the boy's ear, a hint of a smirk in his voice. "And we have a lurker." At this point, his grin was evident, his free hand moving down to take the other's length in his hand, turning to push him against the partition.

"Don't let him know we see him... Not yet." He whispered, pumping the male's cock with his fist as their lips attached for the first time, hard and lustful, but devoid of passion.

[Wylie Dean Kincade]

Wylie smirked as Vince let out a soft sigh, obviously liking the movements that his hand was making. Who could blame him, anyway? He was well practised at doing it, after all; not only because of his own experiences but because he'd slept with many men, doing this for them on various occasions. Giving other people pleasure was almost as good as receiving it, to him, for some weird reason. It gave him a thrill and pleasure of his own - he'd always been a people pleaser though, at heart. His rebellious streak had only come about when he'd realised that he could kill himself trying to please his family and still would never measure up. That was when he'd started living for himself. Still, it felt good to know that Vincent felt good - for what he was doing.

All that it took to get him even more worked up was his own movements, the feel of the other boy touching his waist and the soft puff of breath that chilled his ear and sent shivers down his spine. The idea of being watched and the feel of Vince's hand taking his cock, touching it in the same torturous ways as he was doing for him was even better though, a few moments later - and a groan escaped his lips. "Wylie," he groaned, sheepishly, finding it quite amusing that they'd skipped the introductions and gone right in to the sexy stuff.

Wylie found himself pushed up against the partition that seperated the showers, closing his eyes for a split second and focusing on the feelings that were coursing through him. Honestly, who needed alcohol or drugs when you had sex? It was better than anything else that he'd tried and he craved it like a junkie craved their next fix. Smirking, he opened his eyes and discreetly glanced over toward the locker rooms, spotting their guest on the floor and having a rather good time with himself. Who were they to stop him? The fact that he was getting off watching the two of them only made things even hotter for him, knowing that this was affecting all three of them in a drastic way. "Lets give him something to really write home about," he agreed, not wanting to alert him to their awareness yet.

Vince kissed him, hard, and Wy gladly returned it - though this was a lesser known aspect of this all for him. In the past, back home, most males that did males tended not to be in to the whole kissing thing for whatever reason. He'd never really understood it, but he'd never really questionned it either. It was probably because they weren't out of the closet yet - but wasn't letting some guy stick his dick up their ass kind of worse than their lips colliding? He'd never pretended to understand it, he'd just rolled with it. That made this kiss even more intense for him, because it was so rare. Almost immediately he deepened it, his tongue starting to explore. Withdrawing slightly, he bit Vince's lip - hard - and then resumed his previous activities with the good kind of tingling sensation running through him, like electricity.

[Sylvia Portland]

Sylvia almost came again, but he had decided he would not let himself cum until they both did. Pulling his fingers out of his ass he grabbed as many of their clothes as he could find and tossed them on the ground in front of him. He slipped on a pair of one of their boxers, too small for him and very constricting, and very arousing and started to hump their piled clothes as he watched them. It was almost a blessing for them, not to have to go dry here, and he felt like the biggest perv on earth going to these extremes to jack off. Maybe the roommate he was getting tomorrow would be interested in the sort of thing he used to do with his male friends back home. Not sex, just jacking off together and telling stories about the pussy you had nailed. Eh, but only if he was straight, and that seemed unlikely around here.

Tiring of humping he let his cock roll out of the tiny boxers, squeezed, and started to pump himself slowly, licking his hand every 30 seconds or so. The guys were kissing now, which he found exciting, as he never thought of gay guys kissing, just but-fucking and sucking cock. Right then he started to cum, and he could not stop it. He was shaking with it and digging his hand into his sides, moaning quietly. Looking down he realized he has soaked their clothes, and as his cock slowly moved back to it original size he was soaking them even more. Trying somehow to clean it up, not leave a trace he licked some of it off, but he could not get much of it and he concerns changed fast.

They had seen him, one of them had made eye contact a moment back Sylvia realized. Fuck, they are going to think I'm gay. His concerns weren't at embarrassment, or fear, but he was simply mortified that they might think him gay. It wasn't as if he was a homophobe, he had been hit on by his fair share of guys and turned them down nicely enough, but he wasn't gay. Its like a trading card game where we both have the same cards, where's the fun? He liked girls, as his past could attest too, and the name Sadie tattooed on the topside of his cock, weren't they even bothering to look at the fact? How dare they assume I'm gay. Well, more than anything he did not want to have that conversation, so he grabbed their clothes and his and ran toward the hallway half naked. With boxers too small and a dripping cock hanging out he wasn't sure where he would go, maybe to the locker-room and get dressed, but only if the two fags didn't notice him running off.

EDITL I realized there would not be a girls bathroom. Changed it to the locker rooms.