Gay Locker Room Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

There was a section of all black guys in a locker room shower setting. It looked like a hidden video recording based on how it was filmed. You could tell it was not rehearsed. All of the black guys started jacking off together, just like I was doing with my hockey friends. One of the black guys dropped to his knees and said, “Everyone cum on me!” Very soon all of the other guys started cumming on the guy laying on the ground.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

From then on it became routine. After home games, the locker room turned into their private breeding den. The team would win, celebrate on the field, then come back inside where Jake was already waiting, naked and lubed, ass up on the team bench. They would fuck him one by one or in pairs, pumping load after load into his greedy hole until cum ran down his thighs in thick rivers.

“We actually had sex for the first time in the locker room where anyone could have walked in. I was quite naïve 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

I joked. “I mean the story about the Grisee. Is there anything more serious?” “Tell them,” said Kacey. "There is. But this story is set in today and mixed. But remember, this story is just a story. Not sure if it's true," I said. "Okay," LGBT Gang agreed. Then I started my story.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

The bass from the club’s music vibrates through my chest, and the low moans of pleasure coming from the darker hallways make my pulse spike. We head to the locker room, stripping down to just our shoes—because, apparently, even wolves can get athlete’s foot. Camden, who’s been here before, leads me through a maze-like interior until we reach a gallery of men, all waiting to be fucked. And holy fuck—my cock is already aching. The setup is like nothing I’ve ever seen. Rows of walls with glory holes, each with only the lower half of a man visible. Some are standing, others bent over, some completely restrained, legs spread and chained to the walls, their asses on full display.