DrWhoFanJ wrote: Tue Jan 13, 2026 12:12 pm
There were quite a few times where I’d hidden in the cubicles at school to try and catch someone using the urinals (and then offer to show them mine and/or take it further), but they were unfortunately rather less used than I thought and I just never actually succeeded. (I surely would’ve done if it had been a school with more students in it!)
Girls in school don't know what it's like to try to "Check somebody out" in the bathroom, and not be caught looking. The locker room is there
only chance for that. Though I'd be curious to know how common it is for girls of around 13 years old to show off their boobs to each other.
My guess that is more common than for boys to do a "you show me, I'll show you"
It was so innocent back when I was that age. Now kids have so much fear put into them with so many cameras around.
When I entered high school I was nervous about hazing possibilities. I'd heard some stories of Junior boys forcing "minor niners" into humiliating scenarios. But what I discovered was that culture was changing at this time and hazing was not deemed acceptable by school authorities and in no time my fears dissipated.
However the scene was a little different when it involved the younger brother of an older student. Such "connected" niners were occasionally prone to hazing if they got a little "too big for their britches" at times. In a sense they sometimes had to be put in their place if they strayed too far out of their lane. It's not that teachers would turn a blind eye but more like... the younger brothers knew they had privileges by getting to hang with older boys who were their brother's friends, or maybe even sister's friends? So they weren't going to "press charges" if they had to pay a price one or twice. It was like they had thicker skin somehow, than boys like me. They had leveraged a more prestigious reputation through the older sibling connection, so they could take the heat with a shrug if their undershorts got flown from the flag pole so to speak.
In grade 12 I was invited to a party and turned it down. Reason being, I was throwing a small party of my own. My parents and little bro went away for the weekend which was UNHEARD of. This was the only time in my youth that my parents ever left the house to me alone overnight. I kept it a light affair as my folks invested a lot in their antiques and if they were damaged I assume they'd have me quietly murdered.
It was a good time and also a huge mistake. A peer of mine, Shawn, a friend in one of my "circles" but not close to me personally, had a brother I think in grade ten at the time. Pretty sure his name was Jamie. Both boys were athletic and good looking.
Sean was invited to the party that I missed, and little bro, Jamie showed up, not invited. His antics were apparently tolerated but he got a little TOO drunk (at 15 I assume) and TOO obnoxious, so Sean's friends stripped the kid to his underwear and tied him to a chair in the kitchen. This was apparently TOO much for the kid who was desperately unhappy and begged repeatedly for release and was not appeased and remained a decoration for a couple hours. Now and then a kitchen crowd would thicken and half-naked Jamie would be center of attention.
I can't remember all the details I heard but I remember reading between the lines and deciphering that some of the girls, though older, were taking a pretty keen interest in this bare young boy enterprise. As the hour grew late and everyone was in a booze-or-dope infused state, folks got a little carried away with the Jamie Show. The girls discovered that certain tickling or other upper-body caresses would incite a significant tenting of the boy's tighty-whities, and it became a contest to see who could elicit the mightiest response. Finally during one such climactic period, the girls were being dared to take a peak and did so, pulling back his waistband to take a (private) gander at his naked erection. But Shawn soon learned that this had gone "too far" and put an end to it and freed his brother.
Three crimes were committed that night: ONE: Shawn should have been waylaid and prevented from rescuing little Jamie. TWO: I should have been there, and THREE: FUCK ME I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE!!!!
Pretty sure I was 12 at the time. It was late and we'd been playing road hockey and I came home well aware it was a school night and bath night. My folks were in the upstairs "formal" living room; not the basement "rec room." That was odd so I checked it out and the British couple from next door were over for a visit and had the two youngest of their six-child heap with them: Annie, a late-stage "surprise," perhaps three? And Tammy who would have likely been nine at the time.
Tammy had a weird little-girl crush on me, I guess, because everyone in the neighborhood had been repeatedly informed by her that we would be married some day, which was embarrassing as all hell. There were snacks present (and tea of course), so of course I made an appearance for a bit (just to be polite... nom nom nom) and my mother made a couple subtle but stern signals in my direction which I knew meant to be bath-night reminders. So I heaved the sigh of the terminally repressed middle-class suburban boy, stormed to my basement bedroom, stripped and donned pajama bottoms. I was just starting to sleep nude by then but never left the basement without minimal coverage below the waist and since I'd have to parade past the guests, I unearthed a pajama top as well.
Back upstairs in the bathroom I started the tap running and kicked closed a lower cupboard door that had oddly been left open a couple inches. Then I noticed that there was a stack of toilet paper and cleaning supplies wedged between the toilet and vanity. This was VERY ODD because my folks took a lot of pride in their cutie-pie antiquey home and would never risk exposing such clutter to visitors.
I'm sitting on the edge of the tub, still in PJ's thank god and looking back and forth between clutter and cupboard while a suspicion dawns on me and then the cupboard door slowly sneaks open again! I jumped up, not scared, but angry and whipped the door wide open and yes indeed, Tammy was wedged in their like an idiot. She started laughing and trying to extricate herself from her tangle with the drain pipe and left the bathroom, defeated.
I assume that in my absence it had been noted to the visitors that I would be bathing, GOD KNOWS WHY, and Tammy either saw the opportunity for a prank or else really wanted to see me naked. I was a little pissed off but also a little flattered.
If only I'd have known how my sensibilities would eventually orient themselves, I could have fluffed myself up a bit and stripped and given her a great show! Oh well.
Three crimes were committed that night: ONE: Shawn should have been waylaid and prevented from rescuing little Jamie. TWO: I should have been there, and THREE: FUCK ME I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE!!!!
Eternal regret.
Fuck me I should have been there too.
Though I'm not sure I would have taken a private peek, I'd have just straight up pulled his underwear down (and maybe off) so everyone could see what he was sporting. Of course, I'm enjoying the sight of him in his tighty whities first. There is just something about a guy in tighty whities that does it for me (they don't even have to be "sexy" tighty whities, in fact the obnoxiously dorky ones are the ones that get me going to best).
teenadmirer wrote: Thu Jan 15, 2026 1:14 am
Pretty sure I was 12 at the time. It was late and we'd been playing road hockey and I came home well aware it was a school night and bath night. My folks were in the upstairs "formal" living room; not the basement "rec room." That was odd so I checked it out and the British couple from next door were over for a visit and had the two youngest of their six-child heap with them: Annie, a late-stage "surprise," perhaps three? And Tammy who would have likely been nine at the time.
Tammy had a weird little-girl crush on me, I guess, because everyone in the neighborhood had been repeatedly informed by her that we would be married some day, which was embarrassing as all hell. There were snacks present (and tea of course), so of course I made an appearance for a bit (just to be polite... nom nom nom) and my mother made a couple subtle but stern signals in my direction which I knew meant to be bath-night reminders. So I heaved the sigh of the terminally repressed middle-class suburban boy, stormed to my basement bedroom, stripped and donned pajama bottoms. I was just starting to sleep nude by then but never left the basement without minimal coverage below the waist and since I'd have to parade past the guests, I unearthed a pajama top as well.
Back upstairs in the bathroom I started the tap running and kicked closed a lower cupboard door that had oddly been left open a couple inches. Then I noticed that there was a stack of toilet paper and cleaning supplies wedged between the toilet and vanity. This was VERY ODD because my folks took a lot of pride in their cutie-pie antiquey home and would never risk exposing such clutter to visitors.
I'm sitting on the edge of the tub, still in PJ's thank god and looking back and forth between clutter and cupboard while a suspicion dawns on me and then the cupboard door slowly sneaks open again! I jumped up, not scared, but angry and whipped the door wide open and yes indeed, Tammy was wedged in their like an idiot. She started laughing and trying to extricate herself from her tangle with the drain pipe and left the bathroom, defeated.
I assume that in my absence it had been noted to the visitors that I would be bathing, GOD KNOWS WHY, and Tammy either saw the opportunity for a prank or else really wanted to see me naked. I was a little pissed off but also a little flattered.
If only I'd have known how my sensibilities would eventually orient themselves, I could have fluffed myself up a bit and stripped and given her a great show! Oh well.
PantsDownFun wrote: Thu Jan 15, 2026 10:56 pm
I'd have just straight up pulled his underwear down (and maybe off) so everyone could see what he was sporting. Of course, I'm enjoying the sight of him in his tighty whities first. There is just something about a guy in tighty whities that does it for me (they don't even have to be "sexy" tighty whities, in fact the obnoxiously dorky ones are the ones that get me going to best).
I like tighty whities when they fit well and compliment the wearer's curves. Jockey Y-fronts seem to be especially good about that a lot of the time.
I also like seeing full-grown guys wearing briefs that are more little-kid styled with primary-colored elastic and patterned fabric, but only some body types seem able to pull that off.
teenadmirer wrote: Thu Jan 15, 2026 1:14 am
Pretty sure I was 12 at the time. It was late and we'd been playing road hockey and I came home well aware it was a school night and bath night. My folks were in the upstairs "formal" living room; not the basement "rec room." That was odd so I checked it out and the British couple from next door were over for a visit and had the two youngest of their six-child heap with them: Annie, a late-stage "surprise," perhaps three? And Tammy who would have likely been nine at the time.
Tammy had a weird little-girl crush on me, I guess, because everyone in the neighborhood had been repeatedly informed by her that we would be married some day, which was embarrassing as all hell. There were snacks present (and tea of course), so of course I made an appearance for a bit (just to be polite... nom nom nom) and my mother made a couple subtle but stern signals in my direction which I knew meant to be bath-night reminders. So I heaved the sigh of the terminally repressed middle-class suburban boy, stormed to my basement bedroom, stripped and donned pajama bottoms. I was just starting to sleep nude by then but never left the basement without minimal coverage below the waist and since I'd have to parade past the guests, I unearthed a pajama top as well.
Back upstairs in the bathroom I started the tap running and kicked closed a lower cupboard door that had oddly been left open a couple inches. Then I noticed that there was a stack of toilet paper and cleaning supplies wedged between the toilet and vanity. This was VERY ODD because my folks took a lot of pride in their cutie-pie antiquey home and would never risk exposing such clutter to visitors.
I'm sitting on the edge of the tub, still in PJ's thank god and looking back and forth between clutter and cupboard while a suspicion dawns on me and then the cupboard door slowly sneaks open again! I jumped up, not scared, but angry and whipped the door wide open and yes indeed, Tammy was wedged in their like an idiot. She started laughing and trying to extricate herself from her tangle with the drain pipe and left the bathroom, defeated.
I assume that in my absence it had been noted to the visitors that I would be bathing, GOD KNOWS WHY, and Tammy either saw the opportunity for a prank or else really wanted to see me naked. I was a little pissed off but also a little flattered.
If only I'd have known how my sensibilities would eventually orient themselves, I could have fluffed myself up a bit and stripped and given her a great show! Oh well.
Would love to see you play this out in a ‘what if’ story
It’s a perfect set up
