From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Closeted Feelings (mf, voy, mast)
Date: 10 May 1996 02:14:12 GMT

			  Closeted Feelings

	It was my junior year in High School and I found myself
sneaking after school into a storage closet. Plunging into the
darkness, I locked the door behind me. I heard voices and headed for
the back wall. Stumbling over some mops I sat on box of toilet tissue
I had moved towards the wall and moved a small wood panel.

	The other girls were correct, I thought as the panel slide
over. A beam of light streamed into the darkness from the boy's locker
room, the shower room to be more exact.

	I could hear the sounds of male voices echoing across the
tiles as I sat and watched the football team hunks in all their naked
glory. As each jock strode into the room, his cock and balls swung
between their hairy thighs. This was a bonanza! More cocks than I had
seen in my whole life, in fact, the only cocks I had seen so far.

	I pulled up my skirt, opened my legs and slid my panties down
around my ankles. My fingers worked their way gently across the lips
of my heated pussy. Everywhere I looked was these hunks with their
hard bodies covered in hot steaming droplets. The sight had my juices
working.

	While one hand worked my pussy, the other opened my blouse and
I stroked my breasts. The firm flesh of my teenage tits warmed as I
watched the firm ass cheeks of the young jocks. I pinched my nipples
as the parade of young studs moved in and out of the room.

	The crowd thinned out, and just as I was regretting the
situation I saw him. Stuart, the stud of my dreams remained in the
room after the others left.

	He stood under the spout and let the steamy water flow down
his chest and rush down between his legs. Streams of hot water rush
through the dark brown hair of his crotch and parted around his
humongous cock and balls.

	At the same time he ran his soapy hands over his chest and
pinched his nipples. They got hard. I almost thought his nipples were
as hard as hers. I never knew that a man's nipples were that
sensitive. Sensitive was right, I even thought there was a movement in
his cock. Yes! Stuart's cock was getting hard as his soapy hand worked
down his stomach and then grabbed the thick manly flesh. His foam
covered fingers wrapped around the shaft and began a steady methodical
stroking. The other hand he slipped under his balls. Soap suds were
flying everywhere as his hands worked on his crotch.

	Involuntarily, my hand parted the wet lips of my pussy and I
started to insert my damp fingers into my convulsing love canal. I was
almost ready to fuck myself with my own fist I was getting so excited.
As I pushed up into my hot hole and pinched harder on my own right
nipple as Stuart's strokes became quicker and his breathing louder.

	My right hand was now expanding my walls as my left hand
sought out my engorged clit. I played with the clit while pushing and
twisting my hand into my vagina!!! Stuart turned towards the wall and
let the water run down his back. All I could see was his back but my
sharp eyes noticed, this cute hunk had a small teddy bear with
balloons tattooed on his butt. His butt was a beautiful sight but the
movement of his arm and the clenching of his ass muscles told my
Stuart was still working on his cock. My virginal eyes wanted to see
him working this male wonder. Please turn around I wished. As if my
will had moved him, Stuart turned and faced my porthole.

	His cock was tremendous, a nine inch club with a thick shaft
topped by a flaring red knob. There before my eyes was the hunk I
would most willingly fuck with, jerking off unknowingly for my.
Stuart's hand moved with a blur and his hips arched forward as
streamers of creamy white come shot onto the floor. my emotions and
sexual heat reached a peak and I felt the heat and wetness of orgasm
tingle from my toes to the tip of my nose.

	I slid from my box seat onto the floor and with a thud and a
high pitch yelp. As I quickly returned to my viewing port I noticed
Stuart looking around the room for the source of the sound. I
stealthily slipped out of the closet and returned to the hallway. I
didn't realize till later that I had left the janitor a present: my
panties.

	Leaving school the next day with some girlfriends, I walked
past Stuart. I couldn't resist the chance and said to my friends out
of nowhere with a loud voice, "He had the cutest teddy bear with
balloons tattooed on his butt!"

	Stuart stared at me as I walked away. My friends asked me what
I was talking about. I didn't answer them but winked at Stuart.