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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 48
Caught Sniffing
When i was at school, maybe 13 or 14 I liked girls plenty, but i knew that it was other boys and men that drove me nuts.
The way it was back then, certainly at our school, there was no way you would do anything about it or even tell anybody. Your life would not be worth living if that got out and it would definitely get out.
The sports changing rooms were a place of both fear and of excitement for me. They were a place of fear for all those who didn't hit puberty early. They could so quickly turn into a torture chamber of ridicule and shaming by other boys. But they were also a place of secret thrills. There weren't many to be had for people like me in those pre-internet days, but this was a place that i could steal furtive looks at some of the bigger boys as they changed or in the showers. Believe me, those who had developed early were keen to let everybody know it and i would take in as much as i dared to preserve in my memory for later, being as careful as fuck not to get caught in the act and give myself away.
The other thing though was the smell. I think i had got off on the smell for an age before i even knew it. That musky, older boy, post-rugby sweat and rain odour that the place could never be quite clear of. When i jerked off thinking about the boys i had been checking out i would try to catch that smell in my head but of course i could never quite do that.
One day, while in a different lesson my teacher asked me to take a note to one of the P.E. teachers. Great, this got me out of a lesson. It meant i had to leave the main buildings and go to the gym block. There were 3 or 4 P.E. teachers and they had a sort of office with some desks and lockers and a shower a little behind it. I'd never been in but i knew where it was.
I cut along there and knocked on the door which was open and getting no answer after 3 or 4 attempts I went in there to drop the note off. As i didn't know which desk belonged to who I ended up looking around a bit to find out. My recollection is that at the instant that the smell hit my nostrils I noticed the worn clothes dropped carelessly onto a chair, the topmost garment being not a jockstrap but a pair of y-fronts. They had obviously been worn.
The smell was more powerfully mature than our own changing rooms and I was drinking it in.
Without any real thought i positioned myself so i could see the corridor back to the entrance and i picked up the y-fronts. i pressed them over my nose and breathed in deeply. I had been thinking about doing this with the clothes of a boy i did rugby with but had not found any practical way to pull it off without becoming an outcast of legendary proportions. I didn't take my dick out. That would have been crazy, but I was rubbing myself with one hand as i drank in the smell of this full grown man.
Of course, you've all seen the porn scenes of this so you know what comes next, but this wasn't quite that thing.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He had entered the room from the annexed shower so i hadn't seen or heard him coming.
I couldn't answer. I couldn't do anything. My mind had completely blanked out with fear.
I looked at him and he looked not exactly angry, but shaken. Like it had been a genuine question because he just had no idea what was happening.
"Just..what are you doing?"
This time i managed to mumble "i had a message for..."
"Get out. Just get out" he shouted and i did, real quick, dropping the offending article half way down the corridor.
So unlike all the porn versions of this event he didn't take me into the shower and seduce me. Of course not. I was only about 13 and I genuinely think he had no idea what was going on, at least until after i'd gone.
I went back to class and waited for the summons and shit-storm that never came. I avoided him as much as was possible, cutting P.E. to keep me away from the gym.
I never had him as a teacher, thank God, and for the rest of my time there if we happened to pass in the corridor we would somehow never look at each other. As we passed I would burn with a deep shame that I learned to wallow in and enjoy.
After it became clear nothing would happen, instead of trying (unsuccessfully) not to think of it, I would jerk off at night thinking about him grabbing hold of me and making me sniff the real thing. Or that he would just pull my pants down and spank or cane me (they'd already stopped doing that by then), Or that he would stop me sometime and ask me what I'd been up to and invite me to visit any time i wanted etc. etc. - you get the message.
It was years before i actually began to wonder if they were even his. they could easily have been one of the other teachers.
Doesn't matter, i still frequently go looking for 'coach' or 'locker room' if I'm searching for porn inspiration. And the smell still turns me on. Dirty and hot.
The way it was back then, certainly at our school, there was no way you would do anything about it or even tell anybody. Your life would not be worth living if that got out and it would definitely get out.
The sports changing rooms were a place of both fear and of excitement for me. They were a place of fear for all those who didn't hit puberty early. They could so quickly turn into a torture chamber of ridicule and shaming by other boys. But they were also a place of secret thrills. There weren't many to be had for people like me in those pre-internet days, but this was a place that i could steal furtive looks at some of the bigger boys as they changed or in the showers. Believe me, those who had developed early were keen to let everybody know it and i would take in as much as i dared to preserve in my memory for later, being as careful as fuck not to get caught in the act and give myself away.
The other thing though was the smell. I think i had got off on the smell for an age before i even knew it. That musky, older boy, post-rugby sweat and rain odour that the place could never be quite clear of. When i jerked off thinking about the boys i had been checking out i would try to catch that smell in my head but of course i could never quite do that.
One day, while in a different lesson my teacher asked me to take a note to one of the P.E. teachers. Great, this got me out of a lesson. It meant i had to leave the main buildings and go to the gym block. There were 3 or 4 P.E. teachers and they had a sort of office with some desks and lockers and a shower a little behind it. I'd never been in but i knew where it was.
I cut along there and knocked on the door which was open and getting no answer after 3 or 4 attempts I went in there to drop the note off. As i didn't know which desk belonged to who I ended up looking around a bit to find out. My recollection is that at the instant that the smell hit my nostrils I noticed the worn clothes dropped carelessly onto a chair, the topmost garment being not a jockstrap but a pair of y-fronts. They had obviously been worn.
The smell was more powerfully mature than our own changing rooms and I was drinking it in.
Without any real thought i positioned myself so i could see the corridor back to the entrance and i picked up the y-fronts. i pressed them over my nose and breathed in deeply. I had been thinking about doing this with the clothes of a boy i did rugby with but had not found any practical way to pull it off without becoming an outcast of legendary proportions. I didn't take my dick out. That would have been crazy, but I was rubbing myself with one hand as i drank in the smell of this full grown man.
Of course, you've all seen the porn scenes of this so you know what comes next, but this wasn't quite that thing.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He had entered the room from the annexed shower so i hadn't seen or heard him coming.
I couldn't answer. I couldn't do anything. My mind had completely blanked out with fear.
I looked at him and he looked not exactly angry, but shaken. Like it had been a genuine question because he just had no idea what was happening.
"Just..what are you doing?"
This time i managed to mumble "i had a message for..."
"Get out. Just get out" he shouted and i did, real quick, dropping the offending article half way down the corridor.
So unlike all the porn versions of this event he didn't take me into the shower and seduce me. Of course not. I was only about 13 and I genuinely think he had no idea what was going on, at least until after i'd gone.
I went back to class and waited for the summons and shit-storm that never came. I avoided him as much as was possible, cutting P.E. to keep me away from the gym.
I never had him as a teacher, thank God, and for the rest of my time there if we happened to pass in the corridor we would somehow never look at each other. As we passed I would burn with a deep shame that I learned to wallow in and enjoy.
After it became clear nothing would happen, instead of trying (unsuccessfully) not to think of it, I would jerk off at night thinking about him grabbing hold of me and making me sniff the real thing. Or that he would just pull my pants down and spank or cane me (they'd already stopped doing that by then), Or that he would stop me sometime and ask me what I'd been up to and invite me to visit any time i wanted etc. etc. - you get the message.
It was years before i actually began to wonder if they were even his. they could easily have been one of the other teachers.
Doesn't matter, i still frequently go looking for 'coach' or 'locker room' if I'm searching for porn inspiration. And the smell still turns me on. Dirty and hot.
