Chapter 2 Day One

	It was dark when he heard the muffled yell from next door. Around the room Charlie could still hear the even breathing of the other boys as they slept. Right now the room was still pretty quiet, but the atmosphere had grown heavy, and tense as the gentle snoring of the other boys began to subside one by one as the muffled yells got louder. Charlie rolled over onto his back and held his wrist watch up to his eyes, the dim blue light flashing 5:29 AM. Charlie groaned as he shut his eyes again, another shout, this one loud enough and close enough for him to hear “Get up, now!” Before he heard the door to their room fling open and yellow florescent lights flood the room as they were switched on., took 

	“”Everybody up!,” Mr. Drakes' voice boomed through the room, immediately sending everyone into a flurry as they scrambled to attention at the foot of their beds, with a few boys at attention in more ways then one. Charlie was just thankful he had the state of mind to make sure he had slipped his own little soldier up into his underwear's waistband before taking his place at the foot of his bed.
	
	The room went quiet again, with Mr. Drakes standing in front of the door, a hard unsympathetic expression painting his face before he spoke just softly enough to be heard.“Once I finish speaking you will have exactly forty one minutes to toilet, shower and hygiene in that order, at 0615 you will be dressed and back on the toe line ready to head out to the grinder, now, move!” Charlie almost knocked his cube mate over as he swung back inside their cubical to grab his toiletries and towel, the careful organizing Mom had done yesterday was obliterated by Charlie's frenzied paws as he shifted through searching for his toiletry and clean cloths. 

	“Thirty eight minutes boys and girls, your wasting my time.” Mr. Drakes voice boomed sending the boys from flurry to frenzied as each climbed over each other in a frantic effort not to be the last one ready. 

	 Crash!

	Everyone froze for a moment as that noise ripped through the room, all save the sound of the wolf, Charlie's room mate cursing quietly under his breath, the contents of one of his drawers now scattered across their cubical floor.

	“Philips, get your shit together, hurry, the rest of you, get in the bathroom and be quick about it,” Gathering his things, Charlie hesitated looking down at his cube mates possessions littering the floor.

	“Thresher, help him or shower, you don't get to stand an watch.” Mr. Drakes yelled. Still though Charlie hesitated.

	“Fine, Thresher, shower. Phillips hurry up, the rest of you shower, move it thirty six minutes!”

	On cue, Charlie and the fourteen other boys began moving towards the bathroom. Charlie Charlie taking up the rear as they all filed in. As he approached, he already got a whiff of the bathrooms pungent odor, it was chlorine, or maybe bleach he wasn't sure but the smell reminded him of the public pools he had taken swimming lessons at when e was younger, the strong scent of chlorine overpowering any other scent except in this case the faint whiff of urine. “ Thirty three minutes boys and girls,” Mr. Drakes shouted. Charlie followed the rest of the boys in his stomach knotting up as soon as the bathroom proper came into view.

	Up until this moment, Charlie had accepted that there was not a lot of privacy here, sharing a room with fifteen other boys, that was to be expected. Charlie had not, however, expected there to be no privacy, which was the revelation facing him and the other fourteen boys now standing dumbstruck in the bathroom.
	
	 The best way to describe the room was like the locker room at one of the old school gyms back home, though even worse than that. The room was divided into two major parts, a shower area and a toilet area. The toilet area had three of the regular stalls you expect but instead of the usual urinals that would line one of the walls, there was a large tiled trough big enough to accommodate five people standing side by side. The sinks were on a chest high wall running down the middle  of the room, acting as a sort of divider for the toilets and trough urinal. On the flip side of the urinals wall were the showers. What Charlie had thought he would find was something like at his summer camp, a row of shower stalls all individually partitioned. He found none of that, instead there were five fixtures sprouting from the floor like metallic alien trees and from each four tiny shower heads jutted outwards, no dividers, no curtains, just open air.

	Charlie's stomach knotted up as he, along with the other boys stood staring at what they were expected to endure at least once a day for the next nearly nine months. The first three into the bathroom had made immediately for the three stalls against the back wall of the room where they were afforded some privacy. The other ten boys shifted around uncomfortably, a few grabbing at their crotches  to pinch off a drip or re arrange themselves from some nervous arousal.

	Making a move to his own boxers, Charlie felt his silky boxer shorts begin to pull as his penis began to swelling brazenly, the outline already starting to form in his pajama pants. There was no way he could do this. He could remember once when he was eight Dad had taken him to the gym and they'd gone swimming but when Dad had tried to get him to take  shower, he refused vehemently. Dad did get him in the shower though even if his swimming shorts stayed on. Even so this was nothing like that, it had just been he and his Dad, not ten other boys while he sprouted a boner. 

	“Thirty one minutes boys, I still don't hear a shower running, and that big urinal can be used by more than one person at a time, hop to it!” Mr. Drakes' voice carried an air of angry impatience echoing through the tiled room. Prompting a few of the boys, specifically, the fox, colt and the lion to step up to the trough. Spacing themselves as far apart as they could, each yanked down the front of whatever they were wearing and  began letting their streams ping of the porcelain tiling. The fox boy, wearing a grin, looked back at the rest of the boys, flashing his bright red vulpine cock still spraying urine, at the group.

	“Well, I guess there are a few of us who can pee standing up,” The Fox laughed, or rather cackled as he turned around, flicking a few drops of pee onto the floor before sliding the thing back into his shorts and walking into the shower area. A few of the other boys, either desperate or spurned by the Fox, steeped up, then one more and soon, the boys rotated in, a near constant tinkling of piss on porcelain as they relived themselves.
	
	Charlie, standing near the entrance was watching half horrified as the boys finished, to afraid to use the thing himself. Soon though all but one had left, the bull stood near the end closest to the wall, biting his lower lip and dangling his cock over the trough clearly   stricken with stage fright as not a single plunk could be heard. A moment later with out so much as a drop as far as Charlie could see, he tucked himself away and headed off to join the rest of the boys in the shower. Looking over at the urinals, then the stalls, Charlie stood there wondering if maybe using the stall wasn't a better idea. Suddenly one of the stall doors slammed open and a rabbit rushed past him clutching his toiletry to his chest as plunged forward and into the shower area, now billowing with steam and the now familiar loud and obnoxious commentary of the fox.

	“Thresher! Do you have to take a shit?” Charlie jumped as the voice boomed behind him and he spun around coming to face to face with Mr. Drakes.

	“Um ah-” Charlie hesitated as Mr. Drakes frowned. “Thresher you have twenty four minutes now, to take a shower, groom and dress yourself. Get in the shower. Take a Piss or a shit, but don't stand around, now move it!” Charlie nodded ,shaking a bit, and backed away from Mr Drakes, and scampered with his ears flattened into the shower. 

	For a moment, Charlie stood gawking at the showers, where now eleven of the other boys of  stood, mostly quiet, and nervous, giving shy, fearful glances at each other, fearful of getting caught and equally fearful of being seen. The only one talking was the Fox, who was busy making rude comments to the boys around him. 

	Looking away Charlie set his things down on the bench before taking a seat next to them. Careful not to knock any of the other boys stuff on the floor, he reluctantly began to undress, first his T shirt, then pajama pants and then he was sitting in nothing but his silky boxers with a tent pitched on his lap. 

	He couldn't get in the shower like this, not with everyone else around, that stupid fox would say something, he knew it, then... well he could only begin to imagine what would happen after that. Maybe, if he was quick and didn't make much of a scene, no one would notice, he remembered what his dad had said that one time at the pool. “Other guys will see you, but no one will say anything.” Dad must never had to deal with one like that fox though. Looking down at his tent again, sat wishing the damn thing would just go away. Taking a breath Charlie thumbed his waist band ready to yank them down before-

	“Oh my God look, he's got a boner!”

	Instinctively, he threw his paw around the tent on his lap as laughter and jeering from some of the other boys began echoing through the shower room, though most of it came from the fox. Charlie's face and ears began turning red as his heart began thumping, the laughter picking up as he scrambled to grab his towel. To hell with this, he'd shower tonight after everyone else had gone to bed and he would do it every night hear after if he could. He got up to leave grabbing his things as he did so not caring whether he'd even grabbed everything.

	“Ha, at least we know who one of the fags is, aye pony boy? The Fox's voice rang out with a sinister glee as Charlie took a glance back into the shower room to see the dabbled colt vainly trying to hide his erect equine member as his hoof stubbed hand pressing the fleshy organ to his stomach. The thing was big enough to easily pass his navel. 

	Well, that was a relief, no one had seen. Charlie left less quickly though still clutching the towel to his crotch. He was not going to shower now though, he was sticking with his plan and doing it tonight when everyone else was asleep, then he would even have some warning if someone came in.

	Returning to the barracks room, the first thing Charlie noticed was that Mr. Drakes was gone, leaving no one in the room other than the wolf. His cubical mate was fully dressed, casually leaning against the foot of his bed as e hummed some tune softly making Charlie roll his eyes at the other boy while he entered his cubical to dress,at the least he wouldn't be the last one out today.

	“Hey, Dude, was that the fox shouting in the showers?” the wolf asked.

	“Yea,” 

	“You all have eight minutes to finish getting dressed, do it in three. And be on the toe line!” Charlie almost jumped when Mr. Drakes barked. He had entered the room without making so much as a sound. The boys, starting to file out of the bathroom started scrambling back to their cubical to finish dressing, and as the rest filed out, they only only need to see the stern crossed armed coyote waiting for them to get them moving as quickly as the rest. In three minutes flat, all sixteen boys were dressed and standing at attention on their toe line.  

	“Starting with these two,” Mr. Drakes pointed a claw to the cubical right next to the doorway, “Each of you will exit the room and form a single file line outside in the hallway, do not talk while you are out there or all of you will be sorry” He paused, looked around the room once then turned to the two boys at the first set of bunks, the pudgy bear and unfortunate colt from the showers. Mr. Drakes giving the boys a looking over, adjusting the bears collar before nodding approvingly.

	“Go,” He said curtly and the bear and colt left at a brisk trot. Charlie felt a pang of sympathy when he saw the colt leave, a paw still blocking his now clothed and covered dick from view, his eyes never leaving the floor as he followed his bunk mate out and into the hallway. 

	The procession continued with the next pair and the next as Mr. Drakes went around the room, checking and fixing each boys uniform as he went. Sometimes he simply waved them out the door, not even stopping, other times he would stop and fuss over one of the boys, once he growled something that made they boy he was fixing blush before moving to his cube mate, the boy he had growled hefted up his fly as soon as Mr. Drakes moved away. Soon everyone was in the hallway, save Charlie, his bunk mate and Mr Drakes staring down at him, arms crossed and frowning.

	“Did either of you shower?” He asked in a stern voice, again arms crossed and imposing. Charlie stammered.

	“I-uhh, I-” Mr. Drakes cut him off with curtly.

	“No, you didn't. Philips, what about you?”

	“Yes Sir, this morning,” He answered, not looking away. Charlie was sure he had not. Though he never really looked the hard to begin with.

	“This morning huh?” Mr. Drakes reached out and ran a paw through Philips' head fur. 

	“You just a fast dryer then?”

	“No, Sir, I showered this morning before everyone else was up.” Philips answered, again not turning away or looking down, not even blinking for all Charlie could see. 

	Mr. Drakes narrowed his eyes and glanced back and forth between the two. 

	“I can smell shampoo on you Philips, but Thresher you didn't shower at all, which you are required to do once daily and after physical activities or pool time.” Mr. Drakes sighed and rolled his head back and forth.

	“Fortunately, your not the first to be 'hesitant' about the communal shower, and you wont be the last one either. So, since we get everyone up a half hour early the first few days, I will lend you that much time to get yourself ready. I'm giving you a bit of a pass today Thresher, lucky you.” Mr. Drakes paused, his paws clasped behind his back as he looked Thresher up and down. “But your going to have to suck it up and deal with it from now on. Philips, stick with him, make sure he showers and that you both get down to breakfast. Now hurry up you've only got-” He rolled the cuff of his shirt back to reveal a watch. “Twenty eight minutes, do not be late.” Then, without a second glace, he turned and strode out already yelling for the boys outside to shut up and get in line before slamming the door shut behind him.

	They both stood there for a moment, listening to the sound of boot clad paws clomping down the wooden hallway.

	“Dude, you think you can get done in fifteen minutes?” the Wolf, Philips asked. Charlie nodded.

	“Yea , I'm just going to take a quick shower.” He turned back into their cubical and began grabbing his toiletries as Philips stood by, leaning up against the wall.

	“So, whats you name anyway?” the Wolf asked. Charlie paused for a moment as he rummaged for clean underwear.

	“It's Thresher,” Charlie responded absently.

	“Thresher, Thresher? Dude, I mean your first name, mines Jason, Jason Philips.” The wolf answered extending a paw. Charlie ignored the paw as he picked up his shampoo bottle.

	“Charlie,” he answered flatly. “Look let me go and get this done, we can talk later...” Charlie hefted his bundle, “Maybe.” Then he he headed towards the bathroom again, relived that this time at least, he would have some privacy.

	Everything was slick now, the scent of shampoo and urine hanging thick in the air as he hurried through the bathroom and into the shower room, the humid air making him feel as though he just walked into a sauna. He set his bundle down and began stripping off his uniform, boots and socks, blouse, trousers, undershirt until he was left standing in his boxer briefs. Then, thumbing his waist band he pulled the front don just enough to let the little traitor spring free.

	His penis was, well, his. He hadn't seen many others, and the only one he had ever gotten more than a glance off was Dad and that had been when he was really young. And really until today he had never had anyone else to compare his too other than Dad, and Dads had been well, Dads. Still, though he supposed he was about average. Right now he was maybe two and a half to three inches sprouting up smooth and hairless from a smooth tuft of fur right above his ball sack. The ever exposed purple glans standing out boldly against the light pink skin of his shaft, scrotum and the white fur covering his chest a pelvis. Unremarkable he supposed to him, though from what he'd learned, both from the internet and some other kids at school, the way his dick was shaped was fairly uncommon, they called it humanoid, a contrast to what he had gathered, and now seen, of the various shapes and sizes that belonged to different species.

	Charlie let a paw slip around his member for a moment and kneed the soft elastic skin before yanking the underwear off the rest of the way and heading for the shower tree in the shower rooms farthest corner.

	He turned on the water and, after letting it run for a moment stepped in and squirted a generous glob of shampoo into his paws before beginning to massage the concoction into his head fur working down his body, avoiding his cock and balls, intending to finish up with those at the end.

	Charlie looked down, his member as he rinsed his head fur. His cock was standing at attention again stiffly jutting upwards as water and suds ran across it. He let out a sigh. His penis seemed to have grown a mind of its own recently. Yes he knew that the morning wood was just that and that earlier he'd gotten a nervous boner, but there had been other times as well. Sometimes, it seemed to spring up for not reason and even when he tried just ignoring it it would stay erect and throbbing, worse than an itch he couldn't scratch. He reached down and gave it a squeeze, sending an electric ripple through his pelvis as his purple glans swelled with the displaced blood. The thing was a pain in the butt. Absently, he began sliding his paw up and down his length, giving himself a tender squeeze hear and there as more pulses began to ripple through him, his penis twitching with his heartbeat as he began pumping faster.
The only way he'd learned to deal with was this, rubbing until that whole tingle grew and washed over him. Then it would behave for a while.

	“He dude, you've got about eight- oh,”

	Charlie froze mid stroke, the heat and pressure doubling inside his member even as the blood shot to his face. Instinctively, his tail curled down, cover his anus as his paws rushed to cup his cock and balls, effectively hiding them from view while spinning around and trying vainly to hide behind the stainless steel fixture of the showers/.

	“Gah! Why are you in here!” Charlie shouted. Jason stood in the doorway of the shower room, jaw slightly agape as he blinked. 

	“Mr. Drakes did say to make sure you took a shower,” Jason lowered his head awkwardly and stuffed his paws into his pockets as he entered the shower room, sitting down on the bench with his back towards Charlie.

	“He didn't say to watch me, I don't need supervision.” Charlie shouted, Jason shrugged in response.

	“Sorry, but I didn't see anything other than you um, well.” He didn't finish and Charlie scowled. 

	“Look dude, we don't have time for you to uh rub it out, we've got nine minutes before we gotta go.”

	His cheeks and ears reddening further. Charlie kept one paw cupped over his genitals, his dick having calmed down to the state of a fat engorged sausage hanging limp against his ball sack. If that's what Jason thought he saw, if Jason told anyone. Charlie swallowed as he imagined the endless jeering and name calling, all in the voice of that asshole fox.

	“I wasn't doing that, I was just cleaning myself,” Charlie stated, running his free paw though his fur to scrape off the suds. “You have to clean that too you know.”

	“Uh huh, I don't care its just we don't have time for that, Now are you finished? We got like nine, no eight minutes before we should leave. I don't want to get on Drakes bad side on my first day, and he already has an eye on you.” Jason paused, “Besides I'm pretty hungry, I don't want to miss breakfast.”

	Charlies stomach began rumbling when Jason finished. “Yes, I'm finished. I'm going to turn around though so...” He stopped unwilling to finish the thought.


	“Fine dude, I wont look, but doubt you have anything too exotic dude...” Jason answered. Charlie huffed and turned around, one paw over his crotch the other clutching his shampoo to his chest while both his eyes stayed transfixed on Jasons back, as he started drying off

	“You know dude, I was thinking...” Charlie looked up watching the back of Jasons head listening,

	“That, well if you are really that bent out of shape about the morning routine-” Charlie cut him off rudely.

	“I don't want to talk about it alright. I just want to get dressed and try to make it through today.” Charlie said. He felt a little bad saying something like that but he really did not want to talk about it.

	“OK I guess that's fair,” Jason answered glumly, “But, I think you'll like my solution better than Mr. Drakes, at least I do. I don't like the gang showers much either...” 

	What would that be? Getting up early in the morning and showering. He didn't need Jason to tell him that, when he saw that Mr. Drakes just wanted him to shower, it had been an almost no brainier to take that route, especially when he saw that Jason had completely gotten off, well except for maybe having to “babysit” him. But that might have been more for convenience than anything else.
	
	“Dude, you know, I don't blame you, I heard what Alex shouted out. That guys a piece of shit I'd just steer clear of him.” Jason said

	“Who's Alex?” Charlie asked pulling on his underwear, thankfully he didn't have to make extra use of the waistband this time. He already thought he knew who Alex was, there had only been one person to who had said anything in the showers.

	“Oh yea, you wouldn't know him. The fox, he's a real asshole, almost as bad as his brother at least right now.” Jason answered back. Charlie pulled on his under shirt and blouse and began buttoning.

	“Your friends with him then?” Charlie asked, Jason turned a bit, then stopped himself just shy being able to she Charlie, the wolfs ears flicked and dropped down for a moment before he answered.

	“What? No I just know him is all, our dads did some business together a few times and we were pretty young then too.” Jason stood, his tail curling up and arms reaching up as he yawned.

	“Dude, Charlie, are you almost done we've got only a few minutes before we got to go.

	Charlie had just finished putting on his pants and socks. “Yea, I  need to put my boots on, give me a minute.” Charlie took a seat next to where Jason had been sitting.

	“So do you know anyone here?” Jason asked, Charlie give a shake of the head in response, before remembering that Jason wasn't looking at him.

	“No, my Dad's job-, No I don't know anyone.”

	Despite how well Jason had treated him for the past ten minutes, he wasn't going to open up to him, not after ten minutes. Besides, He knew how this would go. Eventually one of them. Probably Jason, would find another group and abandon him, meanwhile, the other, probably himself would be left a loner. Tying his boots, Charlie looked himself over, checked his fly and belt buckle, then spoke.

	“Alright, I'm done let me dump my stuff off and we can go,” 

	Then, the boys left, passing through the empty barracks room and into the hallway before heading down the stairs, through foyer and out into the early morning sunlight. Charlie starring out over  the field along the sidewalk. Past the orderly row of trees next to him, he saw a sprawling thicket of trees on the other side of the field. 

	“You know dude, the old ruins are back there, from the old school? My brother says they're mostly there still and-”

	Charlie cut him, “I don't want to talk,”

	“Why?” Jason asked. Charlie snorted. Why? He didn't have to give the wolf an answer,  If he didn't want to talk he would not, and if he did, well, it probably would be something along the lines of “I'm not going to invest anything in a relationship that your gonna ditch at the first chance you get.” Of course he wouldn't say that, in fact he said nothing, hoping that would end Jason's attempts to recruit  him or whatever it as that he'd been doing.

	“Well then, if your not going to tell me why, I'll just keep going. So my brother said that the old gymnasium...”

	Charlie ground his teeth as Jason droned on, persistent wasn't the word for Jason its was Dense. The guy was to stupid to do anything other than talk about nothing. Charlie balled his fists and speed up, maybe he could put a little distance between him and Jason.

	“Whoa, Dude wait up were suppose to stay together remember?”

	“I'll tag my chances,” Charlie seethed. Jason frowned as he caught back p to Charlie.

	“Come on, I'm just trying to be nice and chat, get to know you, look I'm sorry I caught you masturbating-”

	“I wasn't masturbating!” Charlie screamed, then stopped, the color draining from his face as he realized where he was.
	
	A great brick building, even older than their barracks, stood next to the campuses main buildings, the old grim covered windows all stood open, the smell of fried hash browns and bacon wafting out as a hundred or so boys sat hunched over their breakfast, every conversation stopped. 
	
	Charlie felt like he was going to be sick. First the shower thing and now this? There was no way everyone inside had not heard what he shouted., everyone did it right? Not a big deal no one would say anything or at least everyone would forget or someone else would do something worse or or or....

	In shock at what he'd done, Charlie let Jason lead him through the glass doors. The students were silent, all eyes fixed on him as stood in front of the door waiting for something.

	“Philips go eat, Thresher, I'm going to have a chat with you later today and don't worry, your not in trouble, but go eat for now.” Mr. Drakes stern voice carried an almost sympathetic vibe as he gave Charlie a gentle push in the direction of the food line. He didn't even see what was put on his plate as he ambled through, with no one else in line except Jason. 

	How had he done it in less than two hours go from being a nobody to the somebody known for a bunch of crazy shit. Maybe if Jason hadn't made him shout that out a minute ago this would have passed. He doubted anyone really cared whether he took a shower today or not, they might tease him but now he had a big bulls eye painted on him.

	Charlie sat near one of the window, far from anyone else, then someone started laughing, a nasty cackle. Charlie clutched his head in his paws as he hovered over his food, tears falling into his scrambled eggs. He wasn't even hungry now, he just wanted this day to end, or to run away, or anything other than be here and have to endure this. Charlie pushed his tray to the other side of the table and hid his head in his arms. He sat like that for maybe a minute or so before he felt the bench wobble and heard plastic scrapping against linoleum.

	“Dude, are you all right, I'm sorry that you-”

	“Jason, Fuck...Off,” Charlie didn't even raise his head when he said that 

	“You know Charlie, I don't think you really want me to do that.” Jason murmured before stuffing a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “Cause its just going to get worse with those other guys, especially Alex, he's kinda... no he's a total asshole rotten to the core. Besides dude, you;ll get torn apart if you go solo, they've got a good start on you and have you pegged.” he added as Charlie raised his head.
	
	“Jason, just leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to be your friend or anyone's, so fuck off and fuck everyone else” Charlie let his head fall back down, leaving Jason to stare at him. Jason set his food down and brought his muzzle close to Charlies ear speaking in a whisper

	“Look, Charlie, we just met and yes it was a bit weird but look around you everyone else is starting to form up their little clicks. You've already got the jocks, the nerds, the social savants, all the other groups of people just trying to latch on and stay together, and you dude your toxic, you and that colt, your going to be social outcasts who are going to get kicked around by everyone else.”

	“And how are you going to stop that?” Charlie demanded.

	For once Jason didn't answer, he was silent, not even chewing. 

	“If you don't want to be friends fine, but we can at least fake, we'll both be better off then.” Jason whispered, pleading, almost desperate. Sitting up, a nasty grin plastered on his face, Charlie turned to Jason. 

	“This is what I want, I want you to go fuck yourself Jason, I couldn't even fake being friends with you.” And with that Charlie got up and left leaving Jason to stare out the window dumbstruck.