Gay Locker Room Stories Novels & Stories

“I’m gay. And that didn’t really—they didn’t want me in their locker room.” The room erupted into laughter. Lukas barked a laugh too, shaking his head in disbelief. Their rivals were really that insecure? It was pathetic and a little hilarious. But beneath the humor, Lukas felt a flicker of something harder to name. A quiet kind of solidarity with the kid for having to walk into a room like this and hope for the best.

"When I turned eighteen years of age, my libido went off the roof. I just couldn't stop masturbating. I used to do it all the time, four to five times a day, sometimes even more. I got my first job at a golf club, but got fired after being caught masturbating in the woman's locker room by a female player. And it's not like in pornos, she didn't come and join me in the fun, she freaked out, told my boss, and got fired on the spot. And it doesn't help to hide when you're a loud moaner either. The next day I had to tell the news to my mom. Of course I didn't tell her why I got fired, but did come up with some lame ass story... I said I got caught taking a nap on the job. She was pissed but hey,

“Well, since I’m awake, let me tell you a story to cheer you up. There was this time I got stuck in a bathroom at a nightclub.” “Stuck in a bathroom?” “Oh yeah, picture this,” he says. “I’m at this club, right? Trying to impress this girl, of course. You know, typical Friday night.” “Typical for you, maybe.” “Exactly,” he says, not missing a beat. “So I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, like a gentleman, and somehow—don’t ask me how—I manage to lock myself in the stall.” I can’t help but laugh. “Seriously?”

CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC The Boy's Lockerroom, Ridgecrest High School, Fallon Creek, Michigan. Casey finally reached the locker room passing the other boys who were either naked or in their towels and chatting up a storm about upcoming sports events and what they were doing to hang out after school. Casey made his way to the furthest end of the locker room and proceeded to get undressed in a bid to hit the showers. He had gotten down to stripping out of his underwear when he felt the all too familiar sensation of a naked body behind him gripping his hips and trailing down to his newly exposed pale ass. The young lad's breath hitched in his throat as

I stared at the message for a long time before replying. Me: Sore. Jake: Good. You took us like a champ. We’re still talking about how tight you were. Another message came in from Tyler. Tyler: Send us a picture of your used holes. We want to see what we did to you. I hesitated… then I did it. I spread my legs, took a photo of my swollen, cum-leaking pussy and ass, and sent it to the group chat they had clearly made without me. The replies came fast.

Watching Hailey's hand still stroking Justin's thigh, Grace continued, "Hailey, is he getting hard?" Hailey bit her lip and nodded. Grace started to stroke Marcus's thigh too. Tentatively, Grace continued, "Marcus once told me a story that got me instantly wet. He told me how, when he was at school, the boys used to go behind the bike shed and compare their erections with each other. There is something deliciously naughty about the idea of coming across a group of men showing off their hard cocks, all different shapes and colors, all throbbing for release. It's something that I've thought about quite a bit since. Does that excite you, Hailey?"

"The footage is already viral. If you call it a mistake, it looks messy. And people will start contemplating that we are homophobic. And I think this is the chance to let the world know how accepting we are when it comes to LGBTQ+. This will even allow us to land more deals. It looks like a locker room fight waiting to happen. But if we tell them it's... something else? Something serious?" ​"Serious?" I choked out. "Are you insane?" ​Michael finally looked at me. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face, the kind of look a hunter gives a trapped animal. ​"Think about it, Axel. You want to show your ex you've moved on? You want to show Liam he didn't win? There’s no better way to do that

I guess seeing how much some people drank made me not want to drink as much. I was so relaxed about everything that even walking in on customers' sex acts in the bathrooms or employee sex acts in the back area didn't phase me anymore. As a joke, I had even carried on a lengthy conversation with the lead bartender, Anthony, as his boyfriend sucked him off in the back. Anthony loved telling people that story. I got the feeling that the other employees had begun inviting their boyfriends to the club just to get involved in a sex act where I might see. The employees who were dating other employees joined in too. Having to ask two exotic dancers to move one foot to their right or left so I could

Luca was going to have to get his little girlfriend under control before she turned into a full-blown problem. I headed toward the boys’ locker room nevertheless. I smelled like grass, sweat, and frustration so a shower was non-negotiable unless I wanted to get scolded by my baby brother for polluting the house. The second I pushed open the locker room door about to enter the shower, I heard moans echoing off the tiled walls. Wet, breathy, over-the-top sounds that could only mean one thing: someone was getting laid in the showers... Again. As captain, I usually didn’t give a shit what my teammates did in their downtime as long as it didn’t blow back on the team. But walking in on Denver ball

ALEXAKIS. I was late to work the next day, having overslept in the cave the previous night. The den was bustling with regulars - at least they were the same faces I'd seen every day since I started coming here. Liam, one of the bartenders, gave me a cursory glance, before going back to cleaning down his space. I sighed as I ambled slowly through the bodies, heading straight for the locker room. Angelo had put up a 'No smoking' right outside the door but that made it the smoking joint for the punks that frequented the fighting den - even though the locker rooms were technically meant for the workers. Only.