Football Locker Room Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I mutter to myself as I roll my eyes. Back in the locker room, coach was praising us on the good work we’ve all been doing. Then the room got tense. We all knew the serious talk was coming. It was pretty much the same thing every game, but this one seemed more like a warning. He, along with the other coaches, warned all of us of how the other team likes to get brutal during the 2nd half of the game especially when they’re losing. We heard the stories about players being taken out and even a damn cheerleader a few years ago. At the mention of the cheerleader being taken out, Maddox perked up and was watching threw my eyes. I could feel him inching forward.

We’re an incestuous little group; I’ve slept with four of the regulars and another couple of the drop-ins, and I don’t think there’s anyone who has never hooked up with a teammate. The locker room vibe is always a little sexual, but it doesn’t freak anybody out the way it might if the team was mostly straight, or a gay/straight mix. It’s a gay swim club, after all. If we didn’t sleep with each other, there’d be something wrong with us.

How much of a difference would that actually make? It is essentially the same thing. I walk slowly to the locker room and am happy to see that it is almost empty. Locker room chatter has traditionally been shown to push me beyond my stringent limit of how many people I can manage with grace. Fuck. As I exit the arena and make my way to my car, I notice a few reporters.

Why does Alex really want us to avoid Luna? When I get inside, I head straight to the men's locker room where most of our teammates are already gathering. The energy in the room is electric—everyone is getting their equipment ready, talking about strategy, and building up the excitement for the game. There's always something special about the atmosphere before a big match like this. I find an empty locker and start organizing my equipment, listening to the conversations happening around me. Some players are discussing specific plays we've practiced, others are talking about what they know about Rival Fangs' strengths and weaknesses. Everyone seems focused and ready.

Rumors of students doing odd stuff in the locker room was a scandal back then, especially adult stuff. “There’s no one here.” Adrian said as he ran his hand through his hair, looking around the room. “Wh–” My phone beeped again and it cut me off. I picked it and read the message aloud. “Open locker Twelve?” I looked up and saw Alex sprinting across the room for locker 12. “Wait Al–” it was too late and he already opened it. He paused, staring inside the locker. “What is in there?” I asked. Arnold and I were going closer to it slowly. We got there and my jaw dropped. There was bold writing written on the wall of the locker.

Eyes gleaming with fear and tension. '"I just heard some news, Jax." I rolled my eyes, heading into the dressing room. The sight of another bunch of hairy cocks glared back at me. "Why the hell did the management get to set us all up? Hockey and basketball? Get out. All of you." I walked to the locker with my name on it and snapped it open. It made a low chime. The changing room's door creaking didn't faze me. I already knew what came with it.

Meanwhile, in the guy’s locker room, “So, this is the locker room? Looks like a five star hotel’s lobby” said Nick with amazed expressions on his handsome face. “This is the resting room. Let me show you the locker room. It’s the next one” said Luke emotionlessly while taking him to the locker room to talk when Liam, Sky, and Ruby made themselves comfortable on the beds and Ruby on the couch. Only Mark was taking something from his locker and Luke didn’t hesitate to talk in front of Mark as he trust him a lot.

It would horrify her to think that all her efforts was in drain. Sheila shakes her head trying to whiff the thoughts as she gave Cassie a fake smile to assure her best friend she was okay. **** *Ace Carlton* The school's locker room was a cavernous space, filled with the sounds of laughter, camaraderie, and the clinking of cleats against the tile floor. It was the domain of the football team, a place where they came to prepare for practice and games, where camaraderie and competitiveness thrived.

"A game does not care about your history; it only knows what you brought today." His words stayed with me. The locker room was alive with energy, laughter, and rough banter echoing off the metal lockers and tiled walls. Some of the guys were already half-dressed, pulling on their cleats and adjusting their gloves. Others lounged on benches, drinking water and throwing baseballs from one hand to the other. There were old trophies lining the top shelf that ran around the room, posters from previous championships, and a large team photo pinned to the bulletin board. As new guys trickled in, they were met with shouts and cheers.

The locker room afterwards was chaotic. Genuine. Players who had been strangers to each other's emotional lives for four quarters suddenly weren't. Someone poured water on someone else. Webb sat in front of his stall with his helmet in his lap and looked at the wall with the expression of someone processing something real before Mason sat down beside him and said something that made him laugh.