The Streaker
September 1st, 2006Another reader submitted story – this time covering some streaking cfnm fun this male reader had when he was young. have you had any similar experiences? Tell us all about it in the comments section!
I was streaking years ago before anybody even knew what the word meant. You could almost say I invented it. It started when our gym class would be bussed to the local high school for swimming lessons. Our locker rooms were next to the football lockers seperated by a heavy wire screen with a gated door in it. One day after a lesson I noticed the gate was unlocked and being the curious boy I was I started snooping around. The tour led me out the back and into a short corridor and to the left was a set of double doors with relites. I could see through the relites that there was a gymnasium and it was full of high school girls having a P.E. class. I was in my underwear so I took a quick look and left.
At the next swim lesson the locker gate was open again and I quickly realized that the girls P.E. class was being held at the same time as our swim lessons! I became more bold and would run up to the doors, dance around a bit and get the hell out of there. I was so intrigued that I convinced a classmate to join me albeit reluctantly. We would run down the corridor straight in front of the doors, dance around, then get back before anyone else knew we were missing.
Soon we would shower after class then go straight to the gymnasium completely naked. We were absolutely terrified of being caught by a teacher but the excitement and thrill of running around completely naked in front of high school girls wearing t-shirts and shorts was overwhelming. The girls never made it obvious they saw us. They pretended not to see us. But a couple of times we saw some of them get a disgusted look on their faces, turn around and talk to each other then start giggling and laughing while occassionally looking our way with a smirk on their faces.
We seriously considered busting through the doors one day and doing a fifty yard dash up and back in the nude but my classmate got scared and backed out and I was to timid in those days to go it alone. Then one day the gate was locked. I wondered if I had been caught. Had one of the girls talked? Had a teacher seen me? Then the swim classes ended and I sweated it out for a couple of weeks but that was the last I heard of it. I did learn how to swim well too and there is another story about a female swim instructor and locker room shower cfnm but I will tell that later.
A few years later streaking was the rage but I was not real impressed. I figured it would be a fad that would fade away and it did for the most part. At one time I did do a fair amount of streaking while keeping ny identity secret even around my neighborhood. There were also some nightime forays on warm summer nights with some good cfnm encounters. This will be another story as well.
