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bench with him this afternoon, waiting for a shower. Mitchell didn’t want to get in with the rest of the guys again. They knew he had a boner now, and as he walked toward the locker room, after seeing Sarah, he felt it beginning to flag.
    He tried to think of Luke, of the way Luke’s cock and balls nestled in his speedos; he tried to think of how it looked when Luke bent over in the showers, or of when Luke clowned around, sometimes running through the locker room, his cock and balls bobbing. Mitchell tried to imagine what it would be like to have Luke’s cock in his ass, but it was no good. He couldn’t picture anything clearly. He was worried, and as he turned into the locker room, his cock retreated into his body.
    He pulled his speedos off in front of his locker, peeling them over his thighs and standing side-on so that he was turning his body away from where the guys were standing in the showers. It looked like Jack was in there — sounded like it rather, because he couldn’t see Luke’s end shower from where he was standing.
    The floor was cold, the room smelling strongly of disinfectant and soap and sweat mingled with the heady scent of deodorant.
    He wrapped his towel around his waist quickly, looking down and seeing that his cock was nothing, a piece of skin. He slung his speedos and his goggles over his locker door and then turned toward the showers.
    Yes, Jack was in there again, sharing the end shower with Luke — or with Luke and Ben it looked like, the three of them using two showers. Mitchell sat down on the bench. His heart was beating rapidly, so rapidly that he could hardly breathe. Steam billowed around him and the spray splashed his feet. He coughed into his hand and glanced at Luke. Luke looked back at him, giving him a look that seemed to say, “What are you always looking at me like that for?”
    Mitchell flipped his eyes away, and a moment or two later he found his cock growing hard, popping up in the naked space under his towel. He breathed a little easier and then realized he was staring.
    “Jumbo!” Tyler said.
    Mitchell knew almost instantly that it was the second or third time Tyler had called him, but he had been mesmerized, staring at Tadd’s cock, which seemed so full and long today that it was almost unbelievable. Mitchell had been goggling at it, watching it flop around Tadd’s thighs in the steam, and he had been thinking, what? Nothing. That he wished he could have some of that, some of Tadd’s length and width, because really, Tadd didn’t need all that to himself.
    Tyler was calling Mitchell over, waving his hand and beckoning him, calling him over and saying, “It’s okay, you can come and shower over here again,” though he didn’t actually say this.
    Mitchell stood up and hung his towel on a hook. He walked over to Tyler feeling a little more confident, knowing his cock was hard again. Tyler stepped out of the way, and then Mitchell was standing under Tyler’s shower, in the corner again with Tadd and Tyler just as he had been yesterday.
    It felt unreal. He suddenly realized that he didn’t have to worry about his cock. He could have an erection — a thing he had always worried about — and now the guys would accept this as normal, expect it. He felt his cock grow harder, stiffer, and as Tyler eased him to one side with his hand, Mitchell slid against Tadd, the two of them side-on to each other, their skin soapy and sliding in the steam.
    Mitchell felt as though he might come. He stepped backward a little, and into the corner, so that he wasn’t touching Tadd. And then Tadd smiled at him. “You want to get under?” he said.
    Mitchell nodded and Tadd stepped forward. He had the soap, and he was soaping his cock and balls. Mitchell couldn’t help looking, and as he looked, he thought Tadd’s cock might even be getting a little hard. It was twisted to one side, and the head seemed to be lifted a little.
    Tadd smiled again and Mitchell smiled back at him through