Gay Locker Room Stories Novels & Stories

roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting. Thoughts about me. Seeing my cock in the locker room and at the house when I walked around post shower. Fantasies of sucking my cock, worshipping me. Fantasies about being bent over in the locker room and being “claimed” and “taken”, made to take my big cock so deep that his abs bulge from the other side. Fantasies of submitting and surrendering to me and being my fuck toy. Fantasies about absorbing my seed and carrying it around with him everywhere he went. Fantasies about hanging with his “gym bros” while having my kids swimming deeper and deeper into his guts, with his friends being non the wiser.

“When you are masturbating, do it well. Your semen is all covered on the counter and that act just want me to cut of your balls and fuck you with it ” Ray turned his head back, smiled at the young man whose secret had been discovered and proceeded to the number written on the paper. This was an illegal brothel where gays, bisexual and lesbians come to ease off their sexual urges, therefore, their security was top notch. He walked down the hallways filled with seductive moaning, cums on the floor and even squirting lesbians banging each other. He rapidly moved to the room, barged in and closed the door. He was pretty getting nauseated by the site of their sex and had to calm his beast side. T

Stupid jokes. But under it all the want stayed. Simmering. Ready to flare whenever. Later I had to leave. Work. Life. But he walked me to the door. Kissed me hard. Hand on my neck. "Tomorrow?" he asked. "Tomorrow." I left with his taste on my lips. His scent on my skin. Body still humming. This started as a stare in the locker room. A brush of bodies. A challenge. Now it was more. Burning. Real. Ours. And I couldn't wait for the next spark. The end.

"We actually had sex for the first time in the locker room where anyone could have walked in. I was quite na?ve back then. Les scooped me up to protect me from the other big, bad ball players, or at least that's what he said. He much prefers me working women's sporting events. He has no idea how many good-looking men are involved in female sports and I'll keep it that way." The women all started talking about the naughtiest places they had sex. Even with continually pink cheeks, I had a blast. It wasn't until I was home in bed that I thought about The Slam's match the following day. How could I want them to win so badly when I needed them to lose? I missed Joel so badly, and it was hours bef

The guys roared with laughter, asking for more details. The questions gradually grew spicier as the night progressed. Marcus asked, “Never have I ever fingered a girl in a public place.” Jake and Ryan drank, sharing quick filthy anecdotes that made my pulse quicken. I stayed quiet but felt my pussy beginning to tingle with interest. I took my turn, trying to keep my voice steady. “Never have I ever had sex while other people were in the same room.” A couple of the guys drank, launching into detailed stories of risky encounters at parties that left me squirming on the couch.

"Shit!! I was like 16. A neighbour's 17 year old daughter snuck me into her dad's garage. I was a horny kid then, bent her over a workbench. I came in two minutes tops but she squirted all over my balls." Kane grunted, pumping his black cock, Jax dropped a wad of spit again on his massive cock. "I was 19. Our female coach caught me jerking off in the locker room. She offered to suck me off, then rode my dick. Her cunt was so tight, and I fucked her ass too." Rocco grunted, pounding his meat with his fist. "I was 21. I fucked my stepmom. I railed her married pussy till it grew loose."

Kinks: gangbang, group sex, power exchange, oral sex The locker room stank of sweat and failure, the air heavy with the sharp scent of unwashed uniforms and the low murmur of disappointed voices. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting harsh shadows on the dented metal lockers that had seen countless rough plays. Jason slumped on the bench, his muscular body still heaving from the game they had just lost. At 22, he was the team's star quarterback, all rippling abs and powerful thighs, but his signature cocky grin was nowhere to be seen. A knot of shame twisted in his gut as he wiped his face with a towel, avoiding the accusing glares from his teammates.

Noah announced loudly enough for half the room to hear, his grin widening as players immediately looked up from tying skates or organizing equipment, “Northridge hockey’s most eligible mystery bachelor.” I kept walking. “Don’t start.” “Too late.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” The room erupted with laughter. I should have known the situation would spread because hockey players treated locker-room gossip like oxygen, while anything unusual immediately became shared property and remained relevant until something more entertaining appeared to replace it. Unfortunately for me, nothing more entertaining had appeared. At least not yet. Noah followed me toward my stall with the persistence of someone wh

I had to remind myself that I was among other guys and I turned my attention to them. The locker room buzzed with sluggish movement, a few of the guys nursing their own regrets from last night. Craig was in a corner, talking about how he couldn’t get his crush to have sex with him in his car and Fred was telling his friends that he got a threesome. Last night was wild for everyone, I figured.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.