I became a female peeping tom when I was 14 and got away with it until I graduated high school, never getting caught. Of all places, it was at my religious school. It was a co-ed private school affilliated with my church. My family was always friendly with our pastor and my parents and older sister did a lot of volunteer work. The church, school and feild house where on the same sprawling property which had baseball and football fields and an indoor basketball court inside the field house. My parents began dragging me there on weekends to help out with events and cleaning up afterwards. I was 14 when my dad gave me keys to field house. All I had to do was take supplies there on a long cart. It was mostly paper products like cups, paper towels, and toilet paper. There is a closet between the boys and girls locker room so I just had to stack everything up. It became my weekly job after everyone went home so I sometimes went into the boys locker room just to see what it looked like. There were five keys I had but two of them I didn't know what they were for. There was a door in the boys locker room that I thought was just a closet and after a few months of doing this I tried the key in that door. It was just a small room with two hot water heaters and a gas heater. Thats when it occurred to me that the top of the door had louvers in it, I suppose for ventilation. There was the same type of room in the girls locker room which explained those two keys. I pulled the door shut and turned off the light and thats when I realized I could see into the boys locker room. I could clearly see four shower stalls, three urinals and a portion of lockers where the benches were. That week was the first time I ever went in there knowing the boys playing basketball would come in soon. I made sure no one was in the locker room and even banged on the door first. I went into the water heater room and locked myself inside, not turning the light on. Within about twenty minutes the boys began coming in, undressing right away and either urinating or taking a shower. That day most of the boys were younger than me but I knew every one of them. Guilt I did have but I had never seen naked boys that age before that day. The only problem was I was stuck in there for well over an hour and when I got home my parents questioned me on where I was. I just lied and told them I met up with some friends and lost track of time. From then on I only did it when I could tell my parents I had somewhere to go or something to do. It became an obsession with me and I watched the boys at least once every week. They never suspected it but almost every boy in our school I had seen naked. I would sit in class sometimes and count how many of the boys I had seen and wonder what they would think if they knew how many times I saw their penis or watched them urinating. I saw every size penis imaginable and could easily tell who was circumsized and who wasn't. I watched some of them masturbate in the shower but that only happened if there weren't other boys around. I began to notice which boys were shy about their nudity and which ones didn't care. Over time I saw four men teachers shower and my math teacher had the biggest penis I ever saw. I masturbated frequently but never had sex until I went to college. I liked watching the boys when they masturbated but it didn't happen as frequently as I would have liked. There was one boy who was a year behind my grade that I did see masturbate more than any of the others. He was usually one of the last ones to shower and did it when most of the others had gone. I almost got caught a few times but was real carful not to let anybody see me go in there. I never came out until it was real quiet and made sure none of the boys were still in the locker room. I always went outside from the side door and would peek out first making sure it was clear. I can't even begin to say how many boys I saw naked during that time. I went to two proms while in my junior and senior years and both of my dates I had seen naked numerous times. Everyone thought I was very relgious in those days and although I did go to church every Sunday I also was watching the boys every week. I missed it when I went away to collge and do now feel ashamed of myself for doing it. I still see a lot of the guys I went to school with and none of them know how I saw them naked those years. My parents are still very active at the church but are older now and don't do as much of the volunteer work they used to do. There is a new pastor there now and two of the teaches I had seen naked often. The one is the basketball coach and I saw him naked more often than the others. I would never do anything like that today but must say I did like looking at all those boys. It took some time for me to get used to it but I had no problem talking to the boys after I saw them nude. For some reason I had a sense of superiority over them just by knowing I saw their penis, watched them shower, see them urinate or just get undressed. More so even if I had watched them masturbate or just see them with an erection. It was a fun time for me but I do know how wrong it was for me to do that. Fortunately, since they knew nothing about it I never caused them any humiliation or embarrassment by watching them. I never hinted to any of them that I had seen them naked and never let any of my friends know about it. The school was a very prim and proper atmosphere and the religious aspect was taken serious by everyone. There were few disipline problems and everyones parents were involved in the church and school. What I did was completely out of line and as much as I sometimes regret my behaviour I truly enjoyed looking at them.