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In the Boy's Locker Room
by Vijay Martinez (lobo_loco_6666@hotmail.com)
Revised 071404

***

When I was in grade school I met a girl who wanted to 
see a boy pee. But I didn't take her up on that offer 
until we were in high school, where I showed her 
everything -- in the boy's locker room. (MF, teens, ws, 
true)

***

From my earliest sexual experiences, I’ve always 
preferred to cum in front of a girl than inside her. 
It’s a fetish of sorts that’s just so much more 
gratifying than fucking. It’s a mixture of feelings, 
mostly embarrassment and excitement. It’s humiliating, 
not only because at that moment I erupt I’m totally 
vulnerable to her, but also afterward, every time I see 
her, I know she knows... I talk to her and I’m thinking 
to myself, ‘I’m talking to a girl whose seen my cum 
squirt.’ I feel like covering my crotch and walking 
away ashamed but I don’t ‘cause that’s the thrill of 
it. I crave it ‘cause it makes me feel alive.

I was so into CFNM was before I knew what it was.

Let me tell you about one of my best erotic moments... 
it’s one of those strange coincidences. When I was an 
eight grader I was a hall monitor and most of the time 
my job was looking after the younger students who 
lunched with the older students. Once, while I 
patrolled the passages around the cafeteria, there was 
a group of sixth grade girls talking among themselves. 
They were loud and it was easy to overhear their 
conversation, but it was the same old gossip that 
traveled the school...until one girl said something 
that got my attention right away.

She said she wanted to see a boy pee; she even held her 
hand in front of her crotch, pretending to hold a cock.

The gang was too rambunctious. I knew a teacher was 
about to complain, so to avoid any trouble I told them 
to leave and take their conversation outside. But man, 
the thought of what that girl said gave me an instant 
boner.

And the thought lingered. Showing a girl how I pee was 
like the least I could do and I let the chance slip 
away. I kicked myself for not having taken the 
opportunity.

Sure, I saw the girl again, but I didn’t have the guts 
to take her up on her offer. I was really new to sex, 
too, back then, I only started to jack off earlier that 
year. So it seemed I’d have to live with my loss. 
Worse, she was a cute girl and I knew she’d get a 
chance to play with cocks soon enough. She’d get to see 
boys pee, those were some of the pessimistic thoughts 
going through my mind.

Three years later, I was a junior in high school and it 
happened!

Right after my gym class was over I was the first to 
run into the boy’s locker room. I was the first to 
changer and the first to get out of there, too. But for 
all of that, I couldn’t go anywhere ‘cause the period 
bell did not yet ring. So, I waited, I moped about the 
basement (where the boy’s locker room was located). But 
as I came to the stairwell I saw that I wasn’t alone, 
that girl was there!

No freaking way! It was a medium-sized high school with 
a medium-sized population. I was sure a chance 
encounter like that was bound to happen, but damn if it 
didn’t happen at the best time. I didn’t know her name, 
or much of anything else about her, but I knew what she 
looked like. I never forgot that.

My heart raced as I approached her.

“Hey,” I said, looking at her curiously. “Haven’t I 
seen you before?”

“Oh,” she replied. “Probably not, I’m a freshman.”

“Yes, that’s what I thought, but you came from number 
three school, right, that’s where I saw you.” It was 
dumb, but in my experience with freshmen it was a 
proven ice-breaker.

“Yeah, I came from number three school.”

“Yeah, like, three years ago, but I remember you.”

God, the more I talked to her the more my dick stirred.

“Wow, you remember me?”

“It was something you said, I never forgot it, you’d 
think it was stupid if I told you,” I paused, looking 
down. I was so sure my throbbing cock was noticeable.

“That doesn’t surprise me, I said stupid things back 
then, still do, I guess.”

“Na, I bet I’ve said stupider things, but, yeah, oh 
man, you are so like, not going to believe me, but once 
you said you wanted to see a boy pee.”

I was anxious and nervous -- I was trembling all over -
- but not so much that she’d notice my bulge but that 
she’d forget that conversation.

She blinked: “How, um....”

“I overheard you,” I confessed. I think I looked 
guilty-like.

She blushed.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I....”

“Ever since I saw my cousin’s dick, I’ve always 
wondered.”

As excited as I was, and man I was excited panting and 
sweating and everything, I was also hesitant, I didn’t 
know what sort of girl she was. But after she said that 
I was sure she’d be open to a little, candid sex talk.

I stammered a bit as I asked: “Did you ever get to see 
what you wanted?”

“Not really.”

Sighing loudly I continued: “But you’ve seen cocks, 
right? Like, full-grown cocks?”

“Not really.” She smiled, holding back a giggle. “My 
cousin’s was a small, little thing,” she replied, 
indicating an inch or two with her fingers.

“That’s a shame.... hey, what’s your name? I mean, I 
never caught your name.”

“Christa.”

“They call me I.”

Time was running out...at any moment the period bell 
would ring and we would go our separate ways.



I needed to act fast so I asked: “You have lunch after 
this?” She nodded. “So do I.” I smiled. “Man, you know, 
I never ever thought I’d....” I looked down for a 
moment, shaking my head. “You know us guys only think 
with our dicks, if you’d like, you can watch me pee.”

She laughed quietly.

“But, only if you want to see that, I mean, if you 
still want to see that.”

She smiled as she realized I was serious.

“Where would you pee?” she asked, looking around the 
stairwell.

“You want to see me pee?” I just had to say those words 
aloud, to keep myself from thinking it was a dream or 
something.

“Sure, why not? You look cute; I wonder what your dick 
looks like.”

I blushed as I saw her say those words. “Well, it’s not 
a small, little thing,  especially not right now, you 
really, I mean, wow.” I gasped, no longer hiding my 
excited panting. “Man that’s a relief, I’ve got like a 
super boner just thinking about it.”

She giggled as I said that. It might seem crude or rude 
but I thought that since I was already going to whip it 
out for her and basically show her everything that she 
wouldn’t mind the dirty talk. And it really gets me off 
when I talk about my cock that way with girls. It’s 
so... taboo... anyway....

She scanned me up and down and chuckled when she 
noticed my arousal.

“It’s alright to touch, it won’t bite.”

I was really turned on by how quickly she jumped at the 
chance to play with me. She brushed the outline of my 
bulge with the back of her hand. She stroked me that 
way a few times, I guess, just to figure out where all 
of my parts were located. Then, again with the back of 
her hand, she pressed on my shaft.

Her fingertips did not feel anything.

“It’s bone hard.”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t the best petting session but it was dick-
loving attention and knowing I was more or less her 
first cock was a real turn on, too.

She removed her hand; I pitched a tent.

“I’m still getting stiff,” I explained as she saw my 
tent get more and more pronounced with every throb of 
my dick.

I got an idea as I looked back into the hallway.

“The boy’s locker room is open, come with me.”

I ran toward the locker room and waited by the door for 
Christa to catch up. I entered first, slowly, ‘cause I 
was afraid I’d run into a guy or a teacher still 
inside. And me with that hard on...but luckily the 
facilities were empty.

“We’ll go to the back.”

At the rear of the locker room were the shower stalls 
and beyond that was a series of changing rooms used by 
the athletic teams. It was well-hidden (and well-kept) 
and known only to myself and few other boys but that’s 
another story for another time.

We hid in a tiny room. Along the walls were full-length 
lockers; at the center was a flat, wooden bench about 
as high as my knee.

The period bell rang...she sat at the bench as I stood 
by the edge of the wide, open door.

“We’ll have to wait a while,” I said, looking back at 
her. She nodded.

Almost as soon as I said that the general silence of 
the basement was interrupted by the ruckus of students, 
male students, clamoring into the boy’s locker room.

I approached her, spreading my legs apart. My tent 
vanished; my boner was gone. She reached up and cupped 
the contour of my entire package through my shorts.

“It’s softer now,” she whispered.

“Yeah, make me grow. Make me grow in your hands,” I 
whined and begged.

She stroked my rod. She rubbed the soft, hot knob of my 
dickhead.

God, I was in heaven.

“You’re really enjoying it,” she said with a slight 
chuckle. “So this is how to excite a boy, huh?”

“It’s exciting, man oh man, I’m nervous, though,” I 
confessed with a blush, “it’s not everyday I show my 
cock to a beautiful girl.”

She giggled. I really like it when girls giggled, 
especially the curious ones...especially the curious 
ones playing with my privates....

“You’re not embarrassed, are you? Playing with a boy’s 
balls like that?” I teased.

“I’m a little embarrassed.”

“Don’t be...I’m embarrassed,” I stammered.

The voices in the locker room were very loud and vulgar 
as the number of boys steadily increased...the period 
bell rung again.

“You get embarrassed? Why?”

“I just do all the time, I love how it feels but it’s 
like if you showed your cunt to a stranger, it’s like 
that, but I like it... I like it when girls play with 
my toys.” I slipped my hand into my shorts and tugged 
my penis, it amused her to see me touch myself like 
that. “I like to let girls call the shots with my 
cock.”

I took off my shirt -- I’m not studded with muscles, 
I’m just careful about getting ‘evidence’ on my clothes 
-- she motioned as if to take off her shirt but I 
stopped her. I didn’t want her to be naked. But she let 
me explore her breasts: cupping them, rubbing them, 
easing my fingers between them. Time was going by so 
quickly and as I got more and more aroused, I lost 
track of it...even the sounds of the young men in the 
locker room seemed to vanish. I think I kissed her, but 
to be honest, waiting like that with her, lots of 
things were a blur.

When I heard the teacher shut the door I sighed and 
stood. She stood, too, looking at the area between my 
legs. I trembled as I pushed down my shorts low enough 
that my cock and ball sack swung free. She cupped my 
scrotum with her two hands; my dick was soft and my 
drooping foreskin brushed against her wrists. She 
rolled her fingers through the soft, warm skin of my 
pouch, exploring my little balls very gently and 
inquisitively. My shaft pulsated at the attention my 
privates were receiving...my penis stirred with every 
throb, coming dangerously close to being fully erect. I 
wouldn’t have been able to pee for her if I got another 
erection.

I turned to the side and spread my legs wider... I 
rolled back my foreskin exposing my deep-red cock 
head... I peed into the drain.

“Wanna hold me?” I asked, smiling. “I’d love to have a 
girl hold me.”

“What do I do?” she asked, grasping my cock.

My stream went crazy for a moment as my dick switched 
hands.

I can feel the pee inside.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re holding it like a joy stick,” I 
laughed. “Boys hold it by the head most of the time.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I....”

“That’s OK, Christa... like what you see?”

“It’s cute,” she said. She played with my shaft, 
whipping it up and down. All the while her touch made 
me grow harder and harder. I was grunting over my 
shortening breath, I was even jerking as the sensations 
filled my body with an intense feeling of pleasure.

When my stream was through she just let go of my dick 
suddenly, allowing my rod to fall back and bounce 
against my balls. She stroked up and down my length, 
feeling almost pinching the skin of my penis that she 
said was almost silky-smooth. She avoided my dickhead, 
I guess, ‘cause it was still wet with a little bit of 
pee. But as she let her curiosity take over, she 
explored my now not-so-privates unabashedly, squeezing 
and teasing my entire package top to bottom.

My meat throbbed and with each pulse my cock grew in 
spurts right in her hands, in her fingers...and when I 
couldn’t grow anymore, I motioned her to sit.

“Put your hands together like this,” I said, using my 
own as an example. She folded her hands together as if 
praying. I held her wrists with my left hand and with 
my right hand I forced my cock between her palms. She 
laughed as I penetrated her hands. I stroked, grinding 
with my hips and as I drew my shaft in and out my 
foreskin rubbed back and forth, exposing and covering 
my cock head...and just as I hoped she noticed.

I explained what foreskin was and how it worked by 
showing it to her. I rolled it over my glans and rolled 
it back. Naturally, I let her play with my 
foreskin...she was worried it was hurting me or 
something, but I reassured her it most definitely was 
not the case! It just drove me wild with ever-more 
animalistic grunts.

She was amused by how contorted my face got at those 
moments of extreme ecstasy...and I admit my grimaces 
were exaggerated but it really, really felt good to do 
it like that, to go out-of-control like that.

“Yeah, I like that,” I said once too many times...I 
whined, thrashing my head back: “That’s so awesome, 
Christa, you don’t know what you’re doing to me, you’re 
driving me crazy.”

Again I exaggerated my expression, grunting, heaving, 
even rolling my eyes.

“You’re balls are really tight.” She was tugging at my 
scrotum, it was very scrunched.

“’Cause I’m gonna cum.”

“You mean ejaculate?”

“Yeah.”

I sat next to her, spreading my legs so wide her left 
thigh slid over my right. Even without her touching, 
the pleasure she gave me was so great I was still 
bucking and grinding my hips. I grabbed my cock with my 
left hand and jacked off. I don’t remember exactly what 
I said but I know I begged her through tears to cup my 
balls, I must have whined something like ‘hold them, 
hold them please,’ like a little kid asking his mommy 
for something. It was such an adrenaline rush and when 
she did take my tight, little balls in her fingers, 
just feeling them rub against her open palm sent me 
over the edge. I felt that pressure at the base of my 
cock and I gasped, grunting as if in real pain, 
thrusting my whole body forward and pressing her hand 
as close as I physically could to my ball sack.

“I can feel my cum, I can feel it!” I shouted, 
whimpering loudly, shivering and trembling as the 
warmth of my semen filled the length of my cock.

My first shot was a good-sized squirt, but the rest 
were snaky dribbles, I had been jacking off too much, 
it must have taken five or six wads of cum to finish my 
load all the while my body spasmed almost 
uncontrollably.

And what was she doing? Oh, god, it was driving me 
crazy... she was laughing at what I was going through 
and even as I sat totally exhausted, with my cum-
drenched dick in my hands, she teased me about the 
weird faces I was making and the way I was trembling. 
She kissed my cheek, giggling. She petted my privates 
and asked me what cumming felt like for a boy.

Just as I hoped she was curious!

Christa and I were close; of all my high school 
girlfriends, she preferred to watch me jack off more 
than anything else. Which was all right by me. I really 
enjoyed that experience in the boy’s locker room; it 
was one of my best, most intense orgasms ever.

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