The Locker Room


When I was in high school I always looked for ways to flash girls using the boys’ locker room. I only got a couple of chances through my four years. One of the times when I cashed in was after gym class in the 12th grade. I had gym with a buddy of mine who knew I was into flashing girls. There were two entrances to the locker room. One entrance was from the gym and the other was on the opposite end from the hallway. It took half the year, but I figured out a way to be naked in front of a bunch of girls.

I talked it over with my friend, Jamal, and he agreed. After gym class, I would have him push me out of the locker room as a “joke.” Unfortunately, my towel would stay in the locker room without me. I decided not to do it from the gym entrance because of the gym teacher, who was an asshole. I thought the best way was being pushed out of the entrance on the opposite side into the hallway.

The best part of my plan was that there was a dance class that let out right across from that door. I had to find a way to be pushed out of the door exactly at the time when the twenty-something teen girls walked past and to their own locker room. I tried to time it right for a couple of weeks, but I was always too early or too late. There was a Friday when I got it perfect.

“Are you ready?” Jamal asked, laughing and shaking his head.

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

He pushed me out of the door and grabbed my towel. He slammed the door and I heard him laugh. I looked around and the hallway was completely empty. I waited a few seconds before I heard the laughter and conversation of the girls getting out of dance class.

I started banging on the door as loud as I could. My adrenaline was rushing and my dick was growing steadily.

“This isn’t funny, asshole,” I acted. “Open the fucking door.”

I repeated the same stuff over and over while the girls’ noise got closer and louder. Then, all of the noise stopped and all I could hear was myself pounding on the door. Next I heard a bunch of small whispers.

I turned and looked as if I didn’t know what was going on behind me. I didn’t bother to cover myself and froze as I noticed the large group. They weren’t moving at all. They were staring at me and whispering things to each other. I tried my best to look nervous as all of the eyes were on me.

“Oh my god!” one of the younger girls in the front said.

A couple of other girls covered their mouths with their hands. A few girls turned in the other direction or covered their eyes. A bunch of them were getting an eyeful.

I turned back around and started banging on the door again and shouting. I heard someone say “Nice ass” and my dick was almost fully erect.

The girls started walking again toward their locker room. Seeing them in their dance outfits was really turning me on, but I didn’t want them to think I was having the time of my life. As they walked, there were so many comments flying around like “he’s got a nice body” and “I think his dick is hard” and “that’s a nice penis.”

This was one of the best days of my young life up to this point. I was actually satisfied, but Jamal wouldn’t let me back in. I wasn’t sure if he walked away or something, but I didn’t mind that it went on so long.

“Are they playing a joke on you?” a girl asked.

“Yeah,” I said, half-heartedly covering my cock.

“That’s pretty funny.”

A bunch of girls laughed. There were a lot of girls I knew who said hi and laughed and stared at every part of my body.

One of the last girls to pass me was a girl I knew named Endea. She was so fucking hot, I could barely contain myself. She had caramel skin and long, straight dark hair. She had a smile that could light up a room. But, her body was absolutely spectacular. She had perfect tits and a nice round ass.

She walked up to me with another girl, Davida. They were both my classmates.

“Hey Mike,” Endea said with a smile on her face. “Hey Endea. Davida.”

Davida had hair down to her ass and a pair of huge tits.

“You’re naked,” Davida said with a grin.

“It would appear that way,” I said, still failing to completely cover my dick.

“That’s so mean,” Endea said, trying not to look at my dick. “I can’t believe guys do stuff like that. Guys are such idiots.”

“Tell me about it,” I said. I banged on the door again. Jamal didn’t open it.

“That’s a penis,” Davida said, applauding. During this entire time she didn’t take her eyes off of my dick for one second.

“Shut up, Davida,” Endea said. “We didn’t see anything.”

“Didn’t see anything?” Davida said. “How could we not notice THAT thing?”

Endea giggled. “Davida, stop talking. Please stop talking.” “It’s all right,” I said, wanting to jack off right there. Endea pounded her hand on the door and said “Stop being jerks!”

“Thanks,” I said.

Davida winked at me.

“Let’s go, Davida,” Endea said. “Hope they let you in soon, Mike.”

“Me too.”

“Bye, Mr. Penis man,” Davida said, waving to my dick.

The two of them scampered off whispering and laughing. They disappeared into the girls’ locker room and I had a full blown erection. I did a little dance and knocked on the door.

“Are you done showing your dick?” Jamal asked, not opening the door.

“Just open the fucking door,” I said.

“Oh my god!” a female voice screamed.

I turned and there was the dance instructor with wide eyes and an open mouth. I panicked and covered my dick with both hands. I turned and banged on the door.

“Seriously Jamal,” I said, banging as hard as I could, “open it now.”

Jamal let me in and we had a huge laugh. For the rest of the school year the dance instructor would look away whenever she saw me. She never made eye contact. Endea would smile and giggle whenever we were around each other. Davida and I actually dated for a while before college. It was weird. Before that incident, Davida and I never talked that much, but after that she approached me. When I asked her what her interest was in me, she said that she really liked my ass. It was a big risk when I decided to do it, but for the memories and the sex with Davida, I was glad I did.



Anonymous said...

Great story. I had an experience very similar to yours; only it was when I was in the 6th grade, and it was not planed out or staged. I was shoved out of the fire exit door in my locker room during a mandatory shower after gym class. I had the unfortunate pleasure of being completely naked in front of the entire 8th grade girls gym class. At the time, I thought my life was over; but now…

I’m putting together a blog about embarrassing naked stories, and even though yours was staged, I was wandering if I could feature your story. At this time I’m still putting together all of the stories, so the blog isn’t up and running yet. If you would like to share your story, you can send it to forgoing2871@gmail.com.