Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2016 23:35:01 +0100 (BST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Tales from the Male Bag: Locker Room Cum Shot

TALES FROM THE MALE BAG:
LOCKER ROOM CUM SHOT
By Sextron, as told to Zachyboy
teen, exhibitionism, masturbation

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

Please support the Nifty Archive Alliance.

http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Our memories live here.

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

Sextron shared the following memory with me:

"I've always been an exhibitionist. It's weird really, since I'm normally
pretty shy, but I love letting people see my cock. I love to jerk off where
people can see me or might see me.

Here's a short story about one of the earlier times I remember exposing
myself in public.

I was 14 when this story takes place. About 5'5 tall with medium length
brown hair and blue eyes. I wasn't one of those stick-thin early teens, but
I wasn't obese. I'd say I was about a normal teen, if a bit shier than most
with only a small circle of friends.

When I was a freshman in high school, I had gym class first period. Most of
the students hung out in the halls before first period talking, and one
day, I decided to just head right to the locker room. It was usually pretty
empty before the first bell rang.

A couple loners, like me, got there early and got dressed before the bell
rang. A couple of the jocks who had morning practices were in the showers
or just getting dressed again. This particular day, there weren't more than
a handful of people in there.

One boy was in the normal locker area, a kid in my grade I sorta knew but
didn't hang out with. There were two boys in the showers after football
practice, and there were a couple other guys in the other section of the
locker room where the jocks had larger lockers with their equipment in
them.

The normal part of the locker room was divided in five sections shaped like
U's, with a row of lockers facing each other, some lockers on the wall, and
then two benches in the middle of each section.

I'd woken up late that morning, so I hadn't had time to jerk off before
running out the door to catch the bus. That left me hornier than
normal. After stripping off my t-shirt and pants, I stood in front of my
locker wearing nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs, my 14-year-old cock rock
hard.

As I rubbed it through my underwear, I thought about heading to the
bathroom attached to the locker room and rubbing one out. I'd jacked off at
school urinals plenty of times before, though never in this particular
bathroom.

But with so few people in the locker room, I decided not to.

Instead, I pulled my boxer-briefs off and let my five-inch boner free. My
friends and I frequently measured our cocks during weekend wank sessions,
so I was well acquainted with my length back then.

It was about average among my friends, not the biggest and not the
smallest. The biggest of my friends was already over seven inches and made
me salivate just thinking about it, but that's for another story.

Like I said, I'd jacked off in the school bathrooms before, but that had
always just been pulling out my cock at the urinals and beating off. I'd
never gotten naked in school before, and certainly not where anyone could
walk by and see me.

My cock was harder than ever, begging for attention.

The rational part of my brain told me to get dressed before someone caught
me, but my cock was in control. I sat down on the bench, spread my legs,
and started jacking off.

My heart was pounding, blood rushing to my head as I stroked my cock right
there in the open. If one of the other guys had walked by the section I was
in, there wouldn't have been any way for me to cover up what I was doing.

Worse, if one of the gym teachers in the office attached to the locker room
came out, I would've been dead meat.

But that didn't stop me. My balls were aching with the need to relieve
myself, and there was no way I was stopping until either I finished, or
someone caught me. And the closer I got, the less I cared if anyone came
around the corner and saw me flogging my cock.

There was only one problem.

I didn't have anything to cum into.

At home, I'd just cum into a dirty pair of boxers or a tissue or
something. But standing in the locker room, I didn't have anything. I
certainly wasn't gonna use my boxers and be stuck wearing the slimy garment
all day.

If I'd been smart, I'd have gone to the bathroom and gotten a paper towel
or something beforehand, but I hadn't even considered it. And with my cock
rock hard and getting ready to burst, I couldn't just walk to the bathroom.

A small part of me wanted to. I wanted to let everyone in the locker room
see me hard and jerking off. I wanted them all to watch me pump out a load
of hot cum right there in the open.

But I couldn't do it. As much as it turned me on, I was still a shy kid and
couldn't willingly bring myself to let everyone see me. If they'd walked
around the corner, I'd have gladly kept stroking and let everyone watch,
but I couldn't initiate it.

It didn't take long before I couldn't hold back. I was right on the edge,
one hand stroking up and down my shaft, the other gently massaging my
balls. My lips were pursed tight, fighting back the urge to moan.

That'd become standard for me.  Living with two conservative parents, I
always had to be silent when I jerked off, lest I get caught and in a shit
ton of trouble.

So as I much as I wanted to moan out and let everyone know what I was
doing, I kept my mouth shut as that familiar feeling began to bubble up
inside me.

Finally, it was too much. I couldn't hold it back.

I stood from the bench. With my feet spread apart, I pushed my hips forward
and stroked even faster. I squeezed my eyes closed tight as the first jet
of cum shot out, hitting the locker next to mine. I lost track of how many
spurts of cum I shot out, but when I opened my eyes again, there was a good
bit of boycum on the locker and a small puddle on the floor at my feet.

Panting for air, I let go of my cock and glanced around.

Imagine my surprise when I saw the loner boy standing at the end of the row
of lockers watching me, his face red and a definite erection showing
beneath his basketball shorts. The two of us locked eyes for a moment as I
stood there frozen to the spot.

The idea of someone seeing me had been a huge turn-on as I jerked off, but
now that my hormones had been abated, I was terrified of what might
happen. If he ran to get one of the teachers, my ass was grass, since it
was pretty hard to cover up jizz all over the locker and floor without
getting it all over my clothes.

And the odds of me cleaning it up and getting my clothes on before he went
the ten feet to the office was less than zero.

But he didn't. His face just reddened a bit more and he walked away.

I wish I could say the two of us hooked up and had hot steamy sex in the
middle of the locker room, but we didn't. In fact, we never even spoke of
the event, though I did take a few chances of flashing him my boner
throughout the year, and I did jerk off a few more times in the locker
room.

I'd hoped he would come jerk off with me, but he never did, and I never had
the courage to do anything other than letting him see my hard cock. I did
check him out quite a bit though, and enjoyed seeing him in his boxers as
he changed.

As I think back on it, I wish I'd had the courage to do more with him. Who
knows what could've happened if I'd been just a bit braver and said
something to him. Sure, I jerked off with a number of my friends that year,
but I always wondered what he looked like down there, how big his cock was,
how much cum he shot.

I guess I'll never know.

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

sextron@tutanota.com