0 comments/ 8382 views/ 6 favorites High School Custodian Ch. 01 By: Timothy_McGee All persons in this text are over the age of 18, regardless of their current student status or grade level. ***** Chapter 1 - The Fantasy My name is Tim. I am a young man in my early twenties, a few years out of high school, still trying to survive in the real world. I managed to pick up a job as a custodian at my old high school. I'm only on duty for special events, usually on nights and weekends. It has lousy hours, but I'm not working in the fields or in fast food, so I am happy. It's also nice occasionally seeing my old teachers that I became friends with. Throughout my high school years, I never had any experiences that I would consider sexual. Don't get me wrong, I did my fair share of peaking up the girls' skirts, or down their blouses, but I never did anything further. I was more concerned with making the most of my time there as a student. As a single young man, I've made a habit of "relieving the pressure" nearly every night. If I don't, I find myself constantly thinking about sex, and it interferes with my concentration while at work or school. So, one day, while I was opening up the facilities (as per my custodial position), I found my mind wandering to things of a sexual nature. This was partly due to the fact that I had not enough time to masturbate the previous evening. It also did not help the fact that the atmosphere of the high school was constantly reminding me of the beautiful young girls that I used to see on a daily basis. I'd be lying if I said I haven't had a fantasy or two about a few of them... After completing my duties, as is customary in my custodial position, I had a few hours of downtime before my next task could be completed. As you can understand, long amounts of time alone and a horny young man is a recipe for mischief. With my mind ablaze with images of young girls ripping off their clothes and performing acts that are worthy only of porn stars, I started the trek to the most secluded bathroom on the campus, at the back of the gymnasium, to release my sexual frustration. Never before had I masturbated anywhere other than my bedroom, but there's a first time for everything. This bathroom in particular bears describing. I went to a set of single bathrooms, made for one person each. I chose to use the women's side, as it made the situation that much more erotic. I would be jerking myself off where women consider a private area, which gave me a feeling of intimacy and arousal that I would otherwise be lacking. The thought of doing something so naughty in the women's restroom was so energizing and invigorating. Inside this bathroom, there was a small plastic chair sitting opposite the toilet. In my heightened sexual state, my mind went crazy with the thoughts of women talking to each other while one used the toilet, possibly progressing into sexual acts involving one or both of them. Just to the left of the chair, there was a 6-foot tall mirror going all the way to the ground, so that the occupant could easily see what they looked like before leaving. As I closed the door, I stopped for a moment, leaned back into the door, and realized what I was about to do: I was going to masturbate in a women's bathroom at my old high school! Just the thought of my situation was so erotic that I could hardly control myself. Looking at myself in the mirror, I reaffirmed my intentions. I didn't want to stop. Moving quickly, making sure to grab some paper towels before I sat down, I moved to the plastic chair opposite the toilet, stripping off my jacket and shirt. After looking at the door to make sure I locked the handle, I unzipped my shorts, dropped them to the ground, and released the Kraken (I do not often refer to my penis as "the Kraken", but I felt that the phrase would work well here...). (Ok, I pulled out my penis. No Krakens were involved.) Because of the extensive fantasies being played in my mind, it was already starting to stretch out, about half the length of full arousal. I started to massage my penis, which quickly extended to full length. As I squeezed it, the shaft was turning shades of bright red, while the mushroom-shaped head was turning a deeper purple. I leaned back in the chair and started stroking it. The friction sent a pleasant tingle up my spine, awakening parts of my brain that usually lay dormant. Quickly sorting through my ever-increasing list of fantasies, I chose to focus on a girl from the school named Kassie. Kassie was a grade under me, short, blonde, blue-green eyed, and totally hot. She had flawless light skin, a wicked tight butt, and a sexy demeanor about her. Kassie was the star of the high school volleyball team, and had a very athletic body. She's the kind of girl that horny guys joke about in the locker room, and that everyone wants to fuck at parties. I had no issues coming up with a suitable fantasy for her. It started partly from a memory. She was laying stomach down on a row of chairs, facing the door. From my perspective, I had a very nice view down her blouse, which exposed her wonderful, light breasts. In real life, I looked away and continued walking to my destination. In my fantasy, I walked up to her, and stared seductively into her eyes. She said "Hi!" in a flirty voice, making no attempt to hide her very obvious cleavage. After an exchange of a few soft, sexy words, I move in to get close to her, and she sits upright, somehow not diminishing the view I have down her shirt. She has a wicked smile on her face, like she knows what she is doing to me, and what I'm about to do to her. Now that we are close enough to touch, I put my right hand on the back of her neck, fondle her cheek with my left, and move in for the kiss. She kisses back, and we are soon passionately exploring the depths of each other's mouths with out tongues. After a good amount of this making out, she smiles at me, stands up, and pulls her low-cut shirt over her head, revealing her thin white bra. After assisting me with removing my shirt and shorts, and subsequently removing her pants, we are both left in our underwear. She pushes me back onto the row of chairs and hops on top of me, then lays flat to kiss me. I feel her breath on my face as we lay together, sharing our bodies with each other. I'm sure she can feel the length of my shaft pressing up against her vagina through our underwear. She kisses me for what seems like minutes, slowly grinding our genitals together, creating friction that is bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. The view is wonderful: her sexy face, followed by a top-down view of her ample cleavage, covered only by a small white bra. Further still is her panty-clad vagina, teasing me, rubbing slowly against my stiff penis through my boxers. I can start to see some moisture seep through her panties. The outline of her vagina is clear; I can see her puffy outer lips just waiting to be teased. Her face bares a look of need: she needs me to help her. Somewhat awkwardly, we flip over so that I am on top. I kiss her, apologizing for the rough transition we just made, and slowly make my way down her body towards the essence of her womanhood. At first, I stop to tease her nipples through her bra, which have now become fully erect. After a quick moan, Kassie says, "No, I need you down here", and forcefully guides my head to her vagina with her hand. Her panties are now quite wet around her vagina, giving me an excellent outline to guide my efforts. Her aroma was intoxicating, almost addicting. Rubbing Kassie's outer lips through her panties rewarded me with several slow, deep moans. Just breathing on her seemed to encourage her arousal. Gradually, my strokes became deeper, pushing farther into her vagina with varying speed and depth. I moved my focus to the top of her vagina, to give her an orgasm worth remembering. I quickly rubbed my fingers firmly over her clitoris, sending her over the edge, moaning loudly for nearly 30 seconds. Just as Kassie was coming down off her high, I became aware of reality again. I looked left, right at the body-length mirror on the wall. The sight of myself masturbating in the women's restroom, combined with the continuing fantasy of Kassie, who, in my mind, was now moaning loudly, grinding the hot shaft of my penis against the wet, naked lips of her vagina, caused me to orgasm uncontrollably. I shook relentlessly, doing my best to keep quiet while shooting four ropes of semen out of my hot cock and into the paper towels I had grabbed earlier. My orgasm left me dizzy, and ready for a nap. After cleaning up, I almost wanted to go for round two with Kassie, or better yet, finish what we started, but shortly thereafter my phone rang, harshly signaling the end of my self-pleasure for the day. I went back to work, cleaning up facilities and bending to the will of whoever had rented the space. I'd be lying if I said my mind was actually on my work that day... From that point on, in my mind, I considered my old high school a place where I could experiment sexually. This was the perfect way to add some spice into my sex life. I planned on visiting this bathroom much more often. I had no idea how far it would eventually take me... High School Custodian Ch. 02 * All persons in this text are over the age of 18. ** Please read Chapter 1 before reading this chapter. Chapter 2 - The Fetish My name is Timothy, and I just started working at my old high school as a custodian. Within the first few weeks, I succumbed to the memories and fantasies I still held on to, dredging up years of forgotten libido, and masturbated in a women's restroom on campus, fantasizing about a hot young girl I once knew. Only time would tell what was in store for me. This time, I was on campus, working a 12 hour shift, with events in various places scattered throughout the day. Not much required my attention besides the usual rounds, so I had nearly the entire day to myself. As I mentioned previously, I've never been outright sexual with anyone, but that is not to say that I don't have my share of kinky fantasies or erotic dreams. One of many, which I hold particularly close to my heart, is my love of women's underwear. When I was a child, I would steal my older sister's panties, and wear them around under my pants. At my young age, this wasn't necessarily a sexual attraction towards my sister, but more of a realization that I was wearing something only my sister knew, and that was very private to her. As I grew older, as the story often goes, it turned into a sexual fetish. Stealing and sniffing girls' panties, getting a whiff of their pussy smell, was the most erotic thing I could do, barring involving another person. I wound up stealing their bras and even their outer clothes as well. If I could fit, I'd wear them while I masturbated. I'm would never go out in public wearing women's clothes like that, but at home, it was quite erotic. Since I gave you such a detailed background of my childhood, you can probably see where this is going. Since I've been making a habit of masturbating during my off-time, I wanted something to make it more interesting. I decided I needed some girl's clothes. Thus began my search. I've never been one for stealing, but I have no problems taking something that others have obviously forgotten about, such as items in the lost and found box. I started there. I searched every lost and found box I knew about, looking for some girl's clothing, which could be reused to serve a greater purpose (my pleasure). I found a few jackets, sweaters, and even a few small pairs of jeans, but none of those items were intimate enough for me to find erotic. The next place I could think of to look was the costume storage room in the theater building. I went to great lengths to sort through the clothing in that room, and even neatly reorganize it. Alas, I found nothing of interest. The closest thing I got was a set of fishnet stockings, which had a hole in them right where a girl's pussy would be. I know they were probably just ripped because of being stretched, but my mind ran wild with images of a high school boy forcing a girl to take his cock through her clothes, carelessly ripping her stockings. Getting more and more frustrated, both mentally and sexually, I decided to take a more risky move and check in the main women's restroom. Because of previous duties of strictly custodial nature, I knew there was a storage closet in there. I was grasping at straws, but my sex drive wasn't going anywhere except to my hard dick, so I had to come up with something to relieve the pressure. After insuring that no one was around, including inside the bathroom, I went in to the custodial closet, and opened the door. At first, my heart jumped because I saw a basket of obviously feminine products, containing several things which looked like clothing, I soon discovered that it was an assortment of diapers, wipes, hair clips, sanitizer, and other things a mother or young girl might need. My frustration evident, especially indicated by my raging boner, I was ready to head back to the bathroom for the same old routine, replaying one of the same old fantasies. That is when I had a thought that would lead me on a wild ride: the only place left in this school where I could find some girl's clothing is the girl's locker room. I thought long and hard about my upcoming decision. If I was caught in there, I'd have no way to rationalize why I was in there; I'd be busted. While the likelihood of being caught was slim, especially on a weekend, there was always a chance. In my high state of arousal, the thought of being caught doing something erotic and sexual sent my pulse sky-high. I was only further convincing myself to do it. So I did. While walking in the direction of the locker rooms, I prepared maybe 5 different excuses I could use as to why I was there, but I was so nervous, I wasn't even sure if I could push one out without stuttering a few times. A snuck in the back way, because I didn't want anyone to see me enter. This also meant that I couldn't see if anyone else was about to enter either. I was dropped into a long, dark hallway, which led to the girl's locker room. I decided to be obvious, rather than sneaking around, so that if anyone was there, I had an excuse to be seen there. Making as much noise as I could, even going far enough to call out for anyone, I confirmed that no one was there. I was alone in the girl's locker room, full of clothes waiting to satisfy my fetish of girl's underwear. Just inside the door, I stopped, stunned by my first sight of this forbidden paradise. I could only imagine the scenes that went on in this place: young girls stripping off their clothes, walking nude to the showers, scrubbing their young, wet bodies in the company of each other. If any of them were lesbians, they'd have a good time in here. I could only imagine the footage you could get from a well-placed camera... I walked around the perimeter of the room, analyzing everything: the showers, the lockers left wide open, the coach's office, and the lost and found pile on the floor. This was the jackpot: everything I could have wanted, in assortment, waiting to be used to fulfil my desires. I systematically searched through all the unlocked lockers, taking note of what was in each one. I didn't want to invade an individual's private space until I knew there was something good in it. Most of the lockers only contained a shirt, some shorts, and maybe some running shoes. No one seemed to have left an extra pair of underwear for me. Near the end of my lengthy search, I found what would be the prize of the day: some girl had left a pair of orange cotton panties in her locker. I picked them up, examined them and determined that they were not clean. Perfect. I pushed them up to my face, and sniffed the crotch. The musky smell of young pussy was exhilarating. This girl in particular left an odor that had survived for a few days, and it was still as pungent as ever. My boner, defying all logic, got even longer and harder, tenting my shorts to the point of discomfort. I sniffed them again, lingering in the smell that intoxicated me so much. I was in heaven. Right then and there, I dropped my pants, releasing my dick from its uncomfortable cage. It was red, hard, and rearing for some action. The very top of the head was already wet with pre-cum. I grabbed some paper towels and went to work. Holding the orange panties to my nose, inhaling the wonderful smell of pussy, I wasted no time ramping up my strokes to full speed. The pleasure was already so intense that I knew I wouldn't last for long. For a moment, I looked around at the locker room, dropping the panties below my eyes, and surveyed this forbidden paradise once more, basking in its sexuality and erotic atmosphere. Before long, I threw the panties down, quickly grabbed the paper towels, and caught my cum, almost missing a rope to the floor. Dizzy, I sat down with a wet dick, and picked up the panties again. I wanted so much to wipe my cum in them, but I knew I shouldn't. Once I fully recovered from my intense orgasm, I cleaned myself up, locked away my little friend, and put back the girl's panties, rearranging her locker the best I could, making sure there was no cum anywhere. It was hot to think that she would still wear those, clueless of the pleasure they gave me. Once I was finished, I got up and was on my way to leave, satisfied with my findings. I knew I couldn't take her panties without arousing suspicion, so I left them. I looked down at the lost and found pile. Then, I realized that I had found my opportunity to "get one for the road". I started sorting through the pile of miscellaneous objects, searching for anything that I'd consider erotic. All I found were lunch pails, shoes, and a few pieces of trash. At the bottom of the pile, I found a gym bag. Jackpot! I opened her up, and found just what I was looking for, a full set of girl's clothes: A thin, long black blouse, long pair of skinny jeans, pair of running shoes, a white sports bra, and a thin, silky white set of panties. I guess even when she was playing hard, she still wanted to feel good down there. Who could blame her? I sniffed her blouse, and it still had that feminine smell to it. Almost instantly, I was hard again. Setting it aside, I pulled out her panties and sports bra. Her panties seemed clean, bearing no smell I could notice. Her bra had a similar lack of odor, but it was erotic to hold 2 pieces of clothing that rested and protected this girl's most sensitive, private parts. I felt a sense of intimacy with this girl, even though I'd never met her, nor even knew who she was. That was enough to do it for me. I brought the close back to a place where I could sit down, stripped down naked this time, confident that I wouldn't be caught (or possibly more overwhelmed by my arousal), and started at round 2. I tried to put her bra on, but it was much too small for me. She must have a feminine figure. Lovely. I wrapped the soft, silky panties around my dick, and started stroking like there was no tomorrow. I made sure to rub the soft part where her pussy would go over the head of my dick. I could see a slight stain there from past use, and that made it all the better. The friction of her panties on my dick was an overwhelming one. I didn't recognize the material of them, but I had no complaints. I just kept stroking, harder, faster, moaning with each surge in speed. The panties would get caught on the bottom ridge of the head of my cock, sending unexpected waves of pleasure through my genitals. The feeling of the new material was almost more than I could bear, but I managed to hold on for a few more seconds. The mere thought that I was masturbating with a girl's underwear, in the girl's locker room, sent me over the edge. At the very last second, I pulled her panties away, wanting to save them clean for future use. I sprayed cum all over my shaft, pubic area, and even my stomach. I cleaned up, moved everything back to its original positions (except her underwear), and got ready to leave. I put some other clothes back in the gym bag, so if the owner came back looking for it, she might not recognize it as hers. I stuffed this girl's underwear in my pocket and headed out. As I walked away from the locker room satisfied and tired from my multiple orgasms, I smiled, thinking about how lucky I was that no one caught me during my time of self-pleasure. I can confidently say that it was my most erotic experience in a very long time, and I planned to take another trip sometime very soon.