The year was 1981. I was in high school theater. I had joined because I
was interested in acting, but also (and more important), I was in it
for the GIRLS! I knew that I was one of the few straight guys in the
company. I also had the oppurtunity to see many of the actresses naked
or near naked because of the need for quick changes. Sometimes we had
to change costumes in the wings, just out of sight from the audience,
but in plain sight of the rest of the company. We all pretended to not
notice it when a fellow company member had to change in front of the
rest of us. But I was peeking. And when I had to change, I saw the
female mambers of the troup peeking at me.
We were doing an end of the school year production. I won't tell you
what the play was called. It was trite and weak. It was written by one
of the drama teachers. The play called for 6 "ghosts" or spirits to be
played by myself and 5 of the female cast members. Our costumes started
out as a two layer affair. On the outside were flowing diaphinous gown
like layers of taffeta in white. Underneath was a very thin, full
length, long sleeve body stocking made of a cotton/lycra blend. When I
say thin, I mean thin. These body stockings were about the same
thickness of the tights dancers wear UNDER their leotards. The were
faily see through in daylight. And they were so clingy that they left
nothing to the imaginatione!! However, with the combination of the body
stocking layer and the taffeta layer, you really couldn't see anything.
During the dress rehearsals, we ghosts wore the body stockings but
donned the taffeta layer only at the last minute because they were so
delicate. I enjoyed seeing the girls in thier body stocking, although
the panty lines and bra straps were visible. It didn't matter to the
costume mistress because the taffeta layer would cover all of this at
show time.
Day of the first performance came. We all showed early to help with
stage set. Were went over lines and made sure all was go. The costume
mistress got her rollable clothes rack into position and the play
started. It was about 20 minutes before our ghost scene. It was no big
deal as we all had no other parts to play. We even had no lines to
speak of.
The costume mistress pulled us over to the rack and bade us to get
dressed. We all (myself and the 5 girls) stripped down to our
underwear, and the mistress passed out the body stockings. We donned
these and wited for her to pass out the taffeta. We waited further.
Mistress kept searching the rack. We waited. Mistress looked a little
nervous.
"What's wrong" I asked.
"I must have left the taffeta behind!". She answered. Well, that
shocked us all.
"We could always go out like this" I joked, spreading my arms to
indicate the 6 of us ghosts in our body stckings. I expected a laugh.
To all of our surprises, mistress said "Yeah, that could work". We all
stared at her. She said "You'll have to take off everthing except the
body stockings. I can't have your panty lines and bra staps showing".
One of the girls said "But these things are see through and are so
clingy". Mistress said "Look. You are all at the back of the stage. The
lighting will be on the principles and no one will notice. Come on!! We
are running out of time. Take everything off, and put your body
stocking back on. I mean everything off. I want you naked under these.".
So we all got naked! Off came the bras and panties and, in my case the
jockey shorts. I couldn't help looking. I mean everyone was naked!! I
even sprouted a semi before I got my body stocking on. Mistress looked
at us and said that we looked OK.
"Now you have 10 minutes. Just relax and be ready.".
I don't know what it was. Maybe it was standing around with these 5
pretty young ladies in next to nothing. I mean I could just about see
everything. The costumes were not totally see through but not to far
off from being so. Also, the thin material rubbed against my penis when
ever I made the slightest move. Whatever the cause, I sprang a full
fledged boner. I looked down. To my eye it was really obvious. But I
also thought that I was probably over reacting. I tapped one of the
girls on the shoulder. My plan was to ask her if I was "showing". But
as she turned around. she immediately saw it. She laughed as loud as
she dared.
"Oh my God!! Where did that come from?" she asked
"I was hoping it wouldn't show". I answered.
"Oh No!! It shows! It's out there for all to see!". the other girls
crowded around wanting to know what was up. I heard some funny comments.
"Is that thing loaded?", and "You might poke someone's eye out with
that", and "What a showoff!".
The costume mistress came back to see how we looked. She made us line
up so she could inspect us. I had no choice but to line up with the
girls, of course admist the giggles and snickers.
When the mistress came to me, she looked me up....then down.....
"Oh my lord, what in the hell is that!!??"
One of the girls said "Well ma'am. If you don't know what that is,
maybe you should take Caldwell's biology class". More laughter. Even
Mistress laughed!
"Ok I know what that is. I am not completely un educated. I meant how
did it get there?". She looked at my blushing face for an answer.
"Well....." I stammered. "..We were all naked....Um..I mean I saw all
of the girls naked......the material of this costume is so clingy that
it feels ...."
"Feels what?" the costume mistress asked.
"Feels.....um.....soft and.....kinda....sexy.....like....er....panty
hose."
Well this cracked the girls up. Mistress also smiled
"You like wearing panty hose, do you?" She asked.
"Sure" I said without thinking. I was a bit flustered. I mean I had
worn pantyhose and had used them to masturbate with. I din't always use
them and I wasn't a crossdresser. It's just that the clingy material
heightened my experience, as well as made me feel like I was doing
something "naughty". But I didn't mean to let it slip that I liked
wearing them.
I tried to back pedal. "I meant I don't wear them all the time" I
stammered. "I......just like to......"
"To What?" The girl next to me asked. They were all looking at me,
waiting.
I gave up and came clean. "I wear them when I jack off, OK!!".
Much to my surprise, they didn't really give me a hard time. They were
all really understanding; even mistress. But all of this talk had an
effect on me. My penis got even harder. It was practiclly quivering.
Mistress said "Well you can't go out there like that. Not only is the
outline of your erection very evident, but becase the material is
stretched out in that area, I can plainly see your penis through the
material".
"I thought you said no one would be able to see through these
outfits!!". I said.
"Well, I was just trying to make you feel better. You shouldn't worry.
Your in shape and we all are professionals here.". She said. "Question
is what do we do about you..."little problem.".
"Looks like a pretty big problem to me" one of the girls said. This
time, even the costume mistress laughed. I blushed even further. This
was bad. I was trying to will my erection down, but here were 5 girls
of 18 years and one adult costume mistress, and they were all talking
about, thinking about, and looking at my erection, which was, for all
intents and purposes, naked and exposed for thier inspection. All of
these stimuli, along with the clingy material rubbing agaisnt my penis,
gave me no hope of relief.
"How long do your....er....erections usually last?" the costume
mistress asked.
"Well, it has been 10 minutes and there's no sign of it abaiting". I
admitted, shamefacedly. "Maybe I could just not go on". I asdded.
"No, you have to. You anchor the 6 of you; two girls on each side of
you and you are the tallest. No we had better do something else.". The
last sentence kind of hung in the air.
"What?" I asked, although I knew what she was thinking.
"You know! What do you do when you get an erection. You have to take
the situation in hand!" She said with twinkling eyes. "Just pretend you
are wearing a nice fresh pair of panty hose!". She laughed. So did the
girls.
I hung my head. I knew she was right. I coud not go out on stage with
my erection so plainly visible and stretching out my tights.
"OK. I'll go to the bathroom and...." I started to say.
"Ma'am, I don't think there is time." One of the girls said. "I would
say we have about 8 minutes until our call."
"Look." Mistress said. "You will just have to stand here and do your
bisiness. I have to roll this rack over to the other wing and get ready
for the other costume change. The girls will stay here and make sure
nobody sees you. And don't forget to take off your costume. I want you
completely naked when you do it. I don't want any stains on this outfit
when you go onstage." She said pointing to my erction. It pointed at
her too. With that, she wheeled off.
The girls looked at me expectantly. One of them had gotten some tissue
out of her bag. "Here, you can jack off into this". She said smiling.
"Ok, I'll do it. But make sure no one comes back here." I started to
take off my outfit. Soon I was naked in the wings of the stage. There
were 100 people in the gallery and 5 girls looking at me and my hard
penis.
"Well, aren't you going to give me some privacy?".
"Oh, come on. We are all professionals here. Besides, there is no time
to be shy. You have about 7 minutes.". They were still looking at me or
at my dick.
What the hell I thought. I was already humiliated. I mean here i was
naked in a public place, with a boner, about to jack off. In addition,
I had admitted to all of my fellow actresses that I wore pantyhose
while I jack off. How much worse could it get.
So as they watched, I began to stroke. I was pretty worked up, but the
time constraints acted against me. I was a little worried I wouln't
finish in time.
"6 minutes left" one girls said.
"Oh God!" I moaned.
"Would you...um...like some help?' one of them asked.
"Please, whatever you can do. I need to come in time to let it go
down.".
So with out another word they crowded around. One girl started rubbing
my bottom. Another grabbed my balls and started gently tugging on them.
One of them started nibbling my ear. The 4th girl stood in front with
the tissue ready to catch my sperm.
"What should I do?" asked the last girl.
one of the girls suggest to give me something to look at. The last
girls looked at us and shrugged.
"What the heck." she said. Right before my eyes, she slipped off her
body stocking and stood there naked. I took in her nubile young form
and increased my tempo on my dick. The naked girl stood there, a little
self conscious, but clearly enjoying the effect her nudity had on me.
So with all of these things happening, I was getting really close. I
started to really jack off, hard and fast. My hips were bucking. I
forgot about everything; the play, the craziness of this situation, my
scene coming up in about 4 minutes. All I could think about was my
dick, the girls stroking my ass, nibbling my ear, tugging my balls, the
girl kneeling expectantly with the tissue ready to catch my sperm, and
esp. the naked girl in front of me.
Right then the costume mistress came back to check on us.
"Any luck she asked". Then she saw all that was happening.
"We're helping" said the naked girl. They all giggled. Mistress came
around the front of us and looked at me. She saw me jacking off fast
and furious.
"How are we doing there, tiger?" She said, smirking. TIGER!!?? I mean
really!
All I could do was to look her in the eyes and COME. I really came
hard. I was moaning and whimpering. My hip were bucking and I was
quivering.
"SSSHHH!" they all said laughing. The girl kneeling caught all of my
sperm. My knees nearly buckled.
Mistress looked at me leaning on two of the girls, my penis rapidly
drooping. "Well, that was quite a performance. Now do you think you can
perform you part?"
"Yes ma'am." I said breathlessly.
After wiping the last of my come off of my penis, I was helped on with
my costume amidst the smiles and giggles of the girls.
I went on and did my part. And if I was a little red in the face or
sweating more than usual, I'm sure it didn't show.
The girls teased me about it for the rest of the year. Even some of
thier girlfriends found out about it and teased me. I took it in
stride. My social life at school actually improved about 10 fold after
that.
And the Costume mistress called me tiger from that day until graduation.
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